Troubled Relationship Novels & Stories

"Strictly no sex for the day. I mean, it's just weird to do something sinful after going to church. Wouldn't you agree?" Tricia frowned in disappointment as she wanted to be f*cked hard by Carlo again. "Oh, I thought you and your wife were separated? Unless, if you already fixed your relationship with her?" she asked in a sad tone of voice. Carlo stuttered to answer her. "Ahhh... yes... that's right, my wife and I are no longer on speaking terms. That is how toxic our relationship is. However, I mean to say we are not divorced yet and I am not in a mood right now to have a sex, I just need someone to have a companion."

Sarah is sitting on the couch, crying into her palms as I’m moving my boxes out of the midtown Toronto townhouse that we’ve shared for the past three years. She hasn’t stopped crying since last Wednesday, when I came home early from work and caught her in bed with another man. She hasn’t stopped begging me to forgive her and explaining herself to me, even though we both know that me finding her with another man isn’t the real reason I am leaving.

“Have you heard of this thing people call open relationship?” “Open relationship?” I cinched my eyebrows utterly confused. “Yeah. Open relationship is when a couple are okay with each other having affairs with someone else as long as they know everything about it.” Tristan elaborated but I still don’t get it. “Huh?” “Okay. It’s like this, my boyfriend’s okay with me seeing other people and I’m okay with him seeing other people.” Tristan explained in simpler terms and I did get it. “Something like that exists?” “Yeah, the world’s a very complex place, man. There are couple that people call throuple.”

"Well, we can guess why... " Said another one with a shirt glance my way and then before I could say something to her she looked back at Mrs Russo and smiled. I didn't know what to do. They were all friends with Mrs Russo and I wouldn't want to do any mistake that would spoil her relations with them. I decided to stay quiet for the time being until Mrs Russo figured out what to do. She herself looked pissed at her so called friends but I don't think she'd ever say anything to them. I felt bad saying it but she too was a trophy wife. "How have you all been?"

People didn't change their minds that quickly, did they? But then, our relationship had never followed a normal trajectory. Perhaps this was just another violent swing of our dysfunctional pendulum.

But he just learned how to deal with his own stuff without relying on anyone. But the relationship between them and their kids is thick as knives. Nothing can break their relationship. Mr Ericson knows about it. So, Mr Ericson knows that Travis is having some issues that he is unable to find the solution himself. It's rare but it happens. Like it happened when his first love left him. It was a bitter nightmare for him though. When he stood in front of Mr Ericson hanging his head down, his body was shaking violently and his lips were quivering to say something.

and how she had her “own baggage she wasn’t ready to unpack.” I smiled politely. But in my mind? Some men are the actual baggage. Like, y’all be the ones dragging emotional trauma, control issues, and delusion into relationships, and when the girl reacts, suddenly she’s the “problem.” Suddenly she’s dramatic. Toxic. Damaged. Nah. Be serious. “You know,” I finally said, setting my glass down gently, “relationships are complex. It’s rarely ever one person’s fault.” Liam’s jaw clenched slightly, like he knew what I was getting at. But again, he didn’t argue. He just nodded.

He asked, turning back to her. Triana shrugged, shaking her head. "I can’t. At least not right now. I don’t want to think about a relationship at this point. Being harmed by a loved one is awful. They not only crushed my heart, but they also broke my faith. It is difficult for me to put my trust in someone else. I'm afraid of being betrayed again. I don’t want to get hurt." She shook her head once again. "I don’t want to be in a relationship, not now."

I couldn't find any words to counter her argument or justify my desire to be with the person I loved. Did people with troubled pasts not deserve the right to pursue a healthy relationship? Maybe not. I'd thought I'd moved past that but it seemed like everyone else still saw me stuck there. Just because someone had wronged me in the past, did that mean I’d end up screwing up every good thing in my life? I had always tried my best not to let it, and up until now, I believed I had succeeded. But today, as Danica uttered those words, it felt like nothing had changed since those dark days, those moments spent in the shadows, those times when Chloe had used my traumas against me like a deranged ps

I said while looking outside the glass. "Don't you trust me?" I heard him ask, his voice was sad. "I trusted you that you loved me but I can not trust you in some things, so I don't want this relationship that I become a mysterious partner," I said, thinking of our relationship that honestly isn't served, it will be hard for him. He might suffer from loving someone like me who has secrets.