Mixed Feelings Novels & Stories

Tears of frustration spring in my eyes while my hold tightens on the bowl of now melted ice cream with both hands. Conflicted. This is the one word that defines my feelings. "There is no escape from this pain." Swallowing, my voice turns quiet while a tear of helplessness rolls down my face. I am feeling overwhelmed to the point that it is suffocating me. Even though, at times when I am happy, this pain always lingers in my heart. Discarding the bowl, I get to my feet and start pacing. My chest tightens as the burden of these conflicting feelings makes it difficult for me to breathe.

he offers. He is right, I need time to allow this new information to sink in, I should not go rushing into things. Rubbing my hands together briskly, I give a throaty groan shoving my right hand through my hair. "Yes, I know, I... I will try?" I say but the words come out awkward, as I feel unsure of how to respond to him. I am not even sure if I am ready to come to terms with my feelings. What do I even feel? Anger, hatred, sadness? Everything feels so blurred together, my mind surging with perplexity.

His voice was like liquid silver pouring into my entire core and agitating my mark to no end. Something about his words fueled the excitement in me, filling my body with a rush of butterflies. Yet, a simmering ember of resentment still glowed deep within me and it felt like all those butterflies suddenly burst into flames in the pit of my stomach. I didn't move an inch, but beneath the surface, a tempest of conflicting emotions seethed and churned, threatening to shatter my fragile composure.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Confusion mingled with hurt within me, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. "How could his demeanour shift so abruptly? Was this the same person who had praised the heavens for keeping me alive?" It felt like a paradox, a conflicting set of emotions that left me gasping for understanding. The weight of his words and the sudden change in his behaviour gnawed at my curious heart, stirring up a mix of sadness and frustration. I yearned for his support and care, especially in this vulnerable moment of my life. But his transformation into an unfeeling stranger left me questioning everything, doubting the foundation of our marriage or former marriage.

It’s not so bad, and if we don’t share the same feelings, it can hurt an awful lot. At that moment, all I felt was exhilaration, bliss, and intense pleasure. I even feel more connected to him. Maybe that’s the reason why I can’t stay angry, and I haven’t clawed his eyes out. I put on a smart casual outfit and my sneakers. My chest feels suddenly heavy as my feelings become more conflicted. I don’t want to go because I’m in love with him, and it’s plain as day that it has nothing to do with the mating bond or the mark on my neck.

Renato was thoroughly enjoying his day in the park while I was distracted by my thoughts. "Gattina, once all of this is over, we will be fine, won't we? When things are less stressful." "I hope so. I don't know what's going on with me. I was overwhelmed with happiness a few days ago, and now I just feel confused and angry." "What are you confused about?" "Us. I feel like I love you, but I have this really weird feeling that I can't describe." I felt bad telling him this, but I knew I needed to be honest with him.

Caught between anger and gratitude, between humiliation and something dangerously close to awe. Am I really afraid of him… or of what he makes me feel?

" I requested once more and he sighed. "You want to know how I feel? I feel….. empty but heavy at the same time. There's an indescribable feeling tugging at my heart. It's a familiar feeling, one I've come to associate with loss but still slightly different. I'm bursting with a mixture of emotions; regret, satisfaction, pain, loss and everything in between." He disclosed. "What is causing you to feel this way?" I asked.

It's both thrilling and terrifying. "I don't know what to do, Angela," I confess, running a hand through my hair. "These feelings... they're not going away. If anything, they're getting stronger." Angela's vibrant green eyes soften as she studies my face. A gentle smile tugs at her lips, and she reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. "Oh, Sam," she says, her voice warm and comforting. "It's okay to feel conflicted. These things are never simple."