Overly Attached Girlfriend Now Novels & Stories

"Harry Henderson, did you fall off the face of the earth or something? Why aren't you saying anything?" Hearing Brenda's voice, I suddenly came to my senses. She became even more upset when she realized I still hadn't apologized. Her voice was so shrill that I thought my ears would burst. "Harry, I'm warning you. If you keep treating Ethan like this, it's over between us." I found Brenda's words ridiculous. We had been together for eight years. All this time, it felt like there was a third person in our relationship. It was Ethan, her childhood sweetheart.

"You went through my stuff?" "I was putting away laundry!" "You had no right to do that." "I had no right? I've been your girlfriend for four years! I do your laundry, cook your meals, clean your apartment, and I had no right to accidentally see a ring?" "That's exactly the problem." His voice is cold now. Mean. "You're so clingy. So desperate. Always pushing for more. Marriage, kids, the whole thing. I felt suffocated." I step back like he hit me.

"I know you're friendly and popular. Girls like to be with you because you're fun to be with. If you let me be your girlfriend, I'll be the most understanding and trusting girlfriend you'll ever have. You're free to do whatever you want with your life." Yeah I really don't care if you have girls clinging to your arms or if you're making out with them. As I said last night, no emotional attachment involved right? This is all fake. This is all for the sake of keeping him busy and occupied. This is all for my dear friend, Chloe. "Why? Why does being your boyfriend matter so much? What's the point if you don't care if I have girls around?" He questioned curiously.

I confess. “You were worried about somebody getting attached to you, but you weren’t worried about you getting attached to someone? How is that possible?” she seems surprised as she says that. “I guess you can say I don’t easily get attached.” Except to you. I got attached a long long time ago and I’ve been in constant torture ever since. “So after eight months you’re not going back to your old ways?” she asks.

I really have to shut these thoughts down, I can already begin to feel the familiar ache in my groin. "Well even if he is into me, it doesn't matter because I'm with you. And I'm perfectly capable of fending off his advances" The sweet sound of her voice brings me back into the conversation, of course we're still talking about him, my fault. Her words are music to my ears, 'I'm with you', she's with me, even though I've fucked this up a few times already in the short time we've known each other. I never pictured myself having this kind of relationship with someone, because I simply don't get attached to people the way that other people do. Ever since I met her, she's been a constant thought

Overhearing their conversation had my body and mind doing some crazy ass shit that has never happened to me before. Annalise isn’t the type of person who I would fuck and push aside. Therefore, there’s no way I could touch her in that way. I don’t have girlfriends. There’s no point because in a year I’ll find my mate. Why get attached to someone, when you know more than likely you won’t end up with them in the end?

“I wish I had something interesting to say about her, but she is driving me nuts.” “Has she moved in with you fully?” “I can’t exactly say if I am living alone or not. Everywhere you turn you see her.” “I don’t like psychoanalyzing people who aren’t my clients. But your girlfriend does have an attachment problem. You might need to cut her off now or have regrets later.” Tiredness seeped into my pores. “This is not what I want.” “I know, however you can’t let it go on or else you will have to pay with something more serious.”

"In my company. It's fate. And you're going to help me solve this." "How? By being your girlfriend?" I said, with a deeper frown. Why did he make it sound like I was a disease or dangerous drug to him? "Yes. I've realized that having you be my assistant may not be enough. I think this obsession only exists because I've never been able to fully have you. Once I have enough, it's going to vanish, and I'll probably be able to get on with my life." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was his plan for the whole time.

He will do it with his girlfriend…the moment that thought made my heart cold and aching. Why does thinking that Michael could do it with another makes me so uncomfortable? No, that makes me angry. I knew it by dint of being attached to him I became not only dependent but possessive. I don't have the right, I don't want to become like that girl on my sister's show who was so jealous of her best friend's girlfriends that she ruined their friendship. I will never bear to lose Michaël just because I am jealous and possessive. I have to stop sticking to him so much otherwise not only will he not find a girlfriend but even if he does, I will not be happy for him when I should be.

’ She shrugged, a fluid, elegant movement that conveyed a universe of ambivalence. ‘What’s wrong?’ I pressed. ‘Did he leave the toilet seat up again? Use your expensive face cream as shaving gel?’ ‘No,’ she said, toying with her cutlery. ‘It’s just… this idea of a long-term boyfriend. Someone who’s just there. All the time. You wake up, he’s there. You go to bed, he’s there. You try to have a shower in peace, he’s there wanting to join you. It’s… constricting. Makes me feel like I’m being slowly wrapped in cling film. I can’t breathe.’