Too Good To Leave Too Bad To Stay Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was all foggy. “You, Lana, are a bad mom, and I don’t need to tell you more than that for you to know. You meet two women, and you think that’s grounds to start misbehaving. You know what? I’m off. I don’t care what you do with your life, especially your kids’ lives. If you are going to ruin them, well, that’s your call.” She picked up her bag from the couch. “I’m leaving.”

I wanted him so bad. “Have a goodnight, Alicia.” I was still trying to get my breathing pace back to normal when he shut the door, leaving me all alone in that room. I felt a little bit disappointed that he just kissed me and left when the fire was getting hotter. I knew that I wanted him, I wanted to spend the night with him. I went to bed wondering why he kept on finding a way to get me horny, then kept on leaving when I wanted him to do even more.

And all this because we don’t want to be a bad person or hurt someone. But it’s so, so stupid. You can’t be a selfless saint. You can’t be God. You are a human being. You can’t stay a selfless giver forever. You can’t lose your smile just to make other people happy. You can’t keep dying inside just to drag a dead relationship. You have to understand one thing. All you can do is not hurt someone or fool someone. You can only be a good person. But when bad things are done to you, you are allowed to leave. That’s absolutely normal. There is no betrayal in leaving a toxic place. There is no disloyalty when you leave a person who is constantly making your life a mess. There is no guilt in choosin

I could feel it, tight and wrong, like a scar pulling at healthy skin. "You make it sound so easy," I said. "Easy?" He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "No. Nothing about this is easy. Divorce isn't easy. Leaving isn't easy. Starting over isn't easy." He paused, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "But staying? Staying is worse. Staying will kill you slowly. Not all at once. Just a little bit every day, until one day you wake up and realize you don't recognize yourself anymore."

It's better if I stay from all the toxic people in my life. I have to leave this pack and I don't know where I will go, but one thing is sure I will not stay here and wait for death to take me.

It isn’t meant to. Leaving is loud. Staying is quiet. But the quiet carries weight. Not because it is heavier— but because it is chosen.

I was out of fight, out of hope that things would get better if I just stayed. They wouldn't get better,they'd only get worse. So I was leaving before they could destroy me completely, before I lost myself entirely. I was leaving, and I wasn't coming back.

“What are you going to do now?” I paused, contemplating the question carefully. I had not really thought about this. I could stay in town and try to find my feet again but how would I do that, knowing that I would bump into Jason or Lila one day? I couldn't bear to see them together, not now—not anytime soon. I needed somewhere to clear my head. A fresh start. A new life where they never existed. Where they can never hurt me again. “I’m going to leave this city. Start over somewhere far away. Somewhere they don’t know me.”

and made a terrible decision. She imagined the headline—Local Woman Felled by Dairy Hubris—her face immortalized in pixelated newsprint, her kitchen immortalized in crime-scene photographs full of unrecycled plastic and sticky floors. Her phone chimed again. Each chime was a reminder that the world outside her head refused to pause for her indecision. Laura set the yogurt down. The yogurt left a faint, damp ring behind—evidence of her hesitation. Saved by bureaucracy.” She listened to the faint echo of her own voice, then shook her head, embarrassed by the emptiness that answered her. She wiped her fingers on the side of her shorts and reached for the phone.

“they totally blinded you Jeoff, it is already me who seems bad. But it is my right to know why your love for me was gone.” “Simple, you changed a lot and to all of the changes you have to do why it has to be like that? You are scaring me that you’ll commit suicide everytime I am going to leave you. Just what I told you before, fix yourself Ivy. I know that you are good, kind you just really have to fix yourself.” “Jeoff, you please don’t leave me.” “Sometimes we need to let go of the things that will be bad for us.” “Are you telling me that I’ll be bad for you?”