Separation Anxiety From Boyfriend Novels & Stories

My husband Marcus Ashford has severe social anxiety. In three years of marriage, he refused to meet a single one of my friends or family. Even our wedding was just the two of us, because he said a crowd would trigger a panic attack. Because it hurt me to see him like that, I put up with my parents' disappointment and my friends' confusion, made every excuse for him, and guarded his fragile little world with both hands. That changed tonight, when I stumbled onto the social media page of his first love, newly returned from overseas. In the photos, Marcus moved through the room with Chloe, working the toasts with total ease, laughing wide and unguarded. I opened the next live photo, and a snatc

There was no response. Just silence. Her unease grew, then he leaned closer, one hand coming down against the wall beside her, caging her in. Her breath caught. “I am not lying,” she said quickly, the words tumbling out. “You have already done enough, and you are my sister’s boyfriend. I should keep my distance.” Her voice faltered at the last part, her gaze dropping. “I never said you were lying,” he replied lightly. “So why do you look so guilty?”

I saw the pain glistening in them, the anger, and the fear that increased his insecurities. Darren’s voice cracked. “You need to let Axel go so we can work out. If you keep holding on to him, our relationship will get worse.” Like it wasn’t already heading down that path. “Letting Axel go is one thing,” I muttered. “Letting him remain in Alix’s life is another.” “Then separate duties from pleasure,” he grunted. “Make it clear to him that you’re not interested in getting back together.” My throat tightened. How could I tell him that leaving Axel was going to be a difficult decision?

Though he lowered his voice, the syrupy endearments to another woman rang loud and clear in the hospital room. My boyfriend was calling someone else "baby". He was whispering promises to another woman right in front of me. Tears blurred my vision, spilling over before I could stop them. When he hung up, he immediately reached to wipe them away. "Get out! You disgust me!" I slapped his hand aside with all the strength I had. For a few seconds, he just stared, frowning, as though unable to comprehend my fury. "Have you really only ever loved one person in your whole life? Feelings change. Why can't you put yourself in my shoes? I promise you, once she's better, I'll marry you. It's just a year

Max suggested. My heart skipped upon hearing Max's intentions about meeting my mother, “You want to meet and talk to my Mom?” I mused. Isn't it too early to introduce Max as my boyfriend? My mom just found out about my separation from Alex. Will she be happy to hear that I got separated a few weeks ago and now I have a boyfriend?

Who can be the judge of that? "Aleen. My love. Please. You have to trust me on this. I promise you. I will come back to you. I promise." Stephane tries to reach for me but I move out of his way. The bed is huge enough for us to be far apart. And that is what I want right now. To have some distance between us. So I can regulate myself. I am afraid I might be having a panic attack. Is this healthy? To be coming undone like this at the mention of separation, even if was only for a few hours? But who cares!

“You’re the crazy one. You need to be snappy about it. Mom’s health isn’t great for this stress. Break up with that ridiculous boyfriend of yours already and make things easier for everyone. If you’re afraid of losing your boyfriend, remember that he’s young and inexperienced. These people have better experience to guide you in life, in all ways.” That made my heart start throbbing harshly. Frowning, “Get the hell off my phone.” I ended the call. My hands began to tremble. Three weeks of the new year was too short of a time for me to sort things out. What was I going to do?

I have been very restless all day. Yes, I am sexually frustrated, Aziel has been sleeping next to me for days without touching me. But that's not my biggest problem. Aziel is not only physically inaccessible to me but also mentally. He shuts me out completely, when I want to lean against his chest as usual, he turns away from me, when I reach out my hand to touch him, he keeps himself out of my reach. Mentally I'm broken too. What is certain is that we cannot continue like this, we have to solve tense between us ourselves. We can't live without each other, breaking up is not the answer to our problems.

I need time apart to realize what I really want, to stabilize my wavering emotions, my anxiety and the fact that I cannot look at him long enough without seeing the man who put me through this trauma. I mean, I loved today, but it was just one of the good days. There would be days my trauma would act up and things would be much more worse. I hate myself for how weak I am and it’s ironic how I’ve craved him for so long. Now, I want to stay away as long as possible to figure out my shit without growing clingy and toxic. I know I need to be away from him to get better. “That’s fine.” I add. “Xena’s waiting for you on the other side.” He adds also.