Relationship Status Is Complicated Novels & Stories

It was the same explanation that Max gave her, she looked down on her juice, "I don't know anything about relationships ... I guess things don't usually work out?" "Oh honey ... you'll have one soon, I'm sure of that ... I mean I can already see it now, but relationships are more complicated than it seems, not everyone is as lucky as your dad and I ... we were high school sweethearts ... it's like we found each other for the first time and it just worked," she came over and tucked her daughter's hair behind her ear. "Some people may need to meet a few more people before they find the right one, go through a few heartaches and some may need to meet even more."

It's complicated. Hazel: "Complicated" is what people say when they're scared. Nothing about this should be complicated. He's hot; you're hot, and you both clearly enjoy each other's company. The end. Me: There's more to relationships than that. Hazel: Like what? His money? Because that's a plus, not a complication. Me: You're impossible. Hazel: I prefer "realistic." Anyway, be careful with your heart, okay? And your other parts. Use protection and all that responsible adult stuff. Gotta dash for real now – my boss isn't as understanding about tardiness as yours probably is. TTYL this weekend?

I repeated, "You believe me, right?" Then, a grin spanned his mouth. "We have a complicated relationship, but I believe you no matter what you say." I nodded and sighed in relief. "Let's sleep?" "Let's sleep." I closed my eyes, but my mind was wide awake. He said we had a complicated relationship. I almost laughed at the truth in that statement. We really do. We know the other's keeping secrets and we know revealing it could risk what we have now, so we turn a blind eye to it.

I glanced at him as his eyes met mine for a brief second before he went back to his meal. "I'm not married but I'm not single either" He pursed his lips for a while before he raised an eyebrow. "What? You don't believe me?, I asked with a chuckle but his face never twitched a smile or laugh. " What's there not to believe?. So you have a someone that makes you happy hmm? " " Well our relationship is complicated. We hardly see each other and when we do it's not for long. We've last longer than many couples do to be honest".

“What are your thoughts on love and relationships?” The unexpected question caught me off guard, but the curiosity in his eyes was genuine. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how much to share, but the open, nonjudgmental look on his face encouraged me to speak. “Love,” I started, choosing my words carefully, “is complicated. It’s not just about feelings or attraction. It’s about commitment, trust, and mutual respect. Relationships take work, and they’re not always easy, but when two people genuinely care for each other, it’s worth the effort.”

"I did." "Are we happy?" The question catches me off guard. Alex shifts uncomfortably in the background, I should lie. I should tell her we’re blissfully in love, that she has nothing to worry about. But something about the way she’s looking at me makes it impossible to say the words. I exhale. "Our relationship is… complicated." Eloise frowns. "That sounds like a polite way of saying 'not really.'" A smirk tugs at my lips despite the tension in the room. "You always were good at reading between the lines."

Straightforward. Just that. I tilted my head slightly. Processing. “You mean… as a continuation of this working relationship?” “No.” A pause. Then, more quietly— “As something else.” I studied him. His hands were steady. His posture relaxed. But there was something else there. Not pressure. Not expectation. Just… openness. “My life is complicated,” I said. “I know.” “You don’t know all of it.” “I know enough.” “You have no idea what you’re agreeing to.” “That’s fine.”

"And what did you conclude?" "I think it's both," I said. "I think the relationship has been simultaneously harmful and transformative. I think you've hurt me and helped me grow. I think we've created something that's both toxic in its origins and potentially healthy in its current form." "That's a lot of contradiction," Damien said. "That's reality," I countered. "Things aren't simple. People aren't simple. Relationships are messy and complicated and full of contradictions." "So where does that leave us?" he asked.

“No Love, I can’t have two mistresses. You can’t serve two masters and all that.” “So, this is someone you are master to?” “We are in a trial phase and I am not sure it’s going to work out. It probably won’t because it’s complicated and I tend to steer away from complicated.” “I see.” I am not sure how I feel about this. I have never been one to really share, but at the same time this was not about him and I being in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. “You got quiet. Does this upset you?” “You want the truth?”

And there were no complications between us. There was a time, in my youthful youth when I tried a facsimile of a relationship. It was complicated. I’ve known I had a mate somewhere since puberty, which could easily put a wrench in any relationship. That or then she’d be the one finding her mate and bailing out. Or maybe it would be my position which would complicate things.