Relationship Status Is Complicated Novels & Stories

"Amazing. We have stopped fighting. We are living like a married couple." "So, you slept with her yet?" I scoffed. "I don't need to sleep with her for us to be okay." "I can never comprehend why you hate her. Speak to me about your complicated relationship." he leaned back and crossed one leg over the other with his arms intertwined. He gave me the look that said You're a lying asshole "It's not that complicated" I took a long sip on my beer, then placed the bottle back on the center table. I cleared my throat "But it is. All of a sudden I found out you got married ... explain to me, because I am tired of trying to figure this out."

I let the sound of frustration leave my throat before drinking what was left in my glass. Miranda smiled wryly. "You are fixated on naming everything, aren't you? Why don't you just enjoy whatever it is? Some situations are so unique that we don't even have a name for them yet. You are not friends with benefits. You don't meet up for casual sex. You have a solid connection. You are in his life, in its business and private part as well. You are partners, and he cares about you. I think that there are a whole lot of so-called real relationships in this world that don't have half of what you have."

As long as we were having a good time, that was enough. And now… now I was in a relationship that had started as a matter of convenience and turned into something infinitely more complex and meaningful. I was trying to navigate feelings I hadn't even known I was capable of, with a woman who managed to leave me completely disoriented and utterly fascinated at the same time.

“You don’t understand. Every time we’re close, things… happen. And it’s not good for us.” His smile faded. “You mean it’s not good for you.” I looked away, the words catching in my throat. “It’s not good for either of us,” I said finally. “We’re complicated, Max. Whatever we are, it’s not simple. We might be married on paper, but you and I both know that doesn’t mean we’re together.” He was quiet for a long moment. The breeze lifted his hair, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft. “I know that. But I also know you’re doing too much alone. You shouldn’t have to.”

Alex added, and my heart sank, "I also think we should be honest about what this situation is. We are all going to be living in the same house, dealing with the same threat, trying to figure out how to move forward. Things are going to be complicated." "Complicated how?" "Complicated like I still have feelings for my wife, even if I understand that she is happier with someone else. Complicated like you two are going to have to see me every day and remember that Emily and I have a history together. Complicated like we are all going to have to figure out how to be a family again, whatever that looks like." He was right. This was going to be incredibly complicated. My phone buzzed with a text m

“I need to leave. Listen, if things don't work out with Marko, call me. I was here to help him, but you are quite the treat." "Wait...what is your relationship?" The question spills before more of my brain cells escape me. A smile forms on her lips before she tucks her phone into her bag. "It's...complicated." ** Complicated? Complicated? What the f*ck does that mean? One...two...no four. This is my fourth cup, right? Despite his fiancée being here, I saw no sight of him, which didn’t help. What the hell does complicated mean?

"You've been a bit… quiet lately." Liam exhaled and appeared to weigh the amount of information that he wanted to let out. "It's… complicated. A lot has been going on." He looked away for a second, before continuing. "There's someone I care about. But things are a bit complicated at present. I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "Relationships can get messy, Liam. You know that. But you are not alone. I'm here if you need to talk.”

“That’s why you need to talk to him. You can’t just leave it like this.” “I will,” I say, though the certainty isn’t there. “But not now. I need a minute… and he needs time to calm down.” I pause briefly, my voice dropping. “If that’s even going to work this time.” She studies me for a moment. “Wait… is this your first real fight with him?” she asks carefully. I let out a breath, my fingers fidgeting in my lap. “Honestly… our relationship has always been… complicated,” I admit. “Sweet one minute, difficult the next. But we found a way to make it work.” I swallow. “Now… I don’t know.”

“Nora, have you ever seen me in a relationship?” I think about it, and shake my head no. “And that isn’t a new thing. I’ve not had a relationship, a real one, for a very long time. Between my jobs and my various … interests, it’s not easy to find someone who’s on-board with it all.” “I thought it was obvious that I am though?”

He pleads. I close my books and look him dead in the eye. “Go ahead.” “I know things have been a bit weird over the past few days and I just…” he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know. I don’t know how to fix it.” “I do. I’m complicated. My life’s a mess and we can’t do this anymore. I don’t know who I was kidding. I told you I couldn’t do this and I can’t. It’s too hard. I’m not this person. I don’t do relationships of any kind. For fucks sake, my mother is an abusive drug addict, my father is hunting me and my best friend died because I pissed off the wrong people. Most of the people in my life don’t even know my real name never mind having a real relationship. Whate