Romans & histoires Troubled Relationship

The young girl gives a defeated nod to my question. “See? That means that he knows that he needs to do better, and he hasn’t changed. Trust me, it will be better to be alone, than to be lonely in a relationship,” Fuck, I hate being right. This is how my first relationship became a few weeks before that fateful night. I know the isolating feeling and the friend that I thought I could trust fucked him.

“I'm sorry, I'm being nosy and…. “He found someone else... maybe,” she sighed. “He said he couldn't stay committed so he broke up with me” Phoebe smiled a sad one. I could tell she still liked him. “But he didn't cheat, he let you know” I smiled a sad one as I remembered my ex who had cheated on me not long after my birthday, with my bestfriend. “He has slept with a quarter of the population of girls” Daphne shook her head. “Whore” she muttered under her breath but we heard her and three of us laughed.

“And a chicken! You run from difficulties! The second something happens, your head goes in the sand!” “Oh, look who’s talking?!” his words pissed me off. “What kind of relationship could we even have in our case? Are you even capable of anything serious? Have you ever even had a real long-term girlfriend?” I saw I’d hit the mark and the brunette’s lips pressed together angrily. “That means nothing!” he burned me with his rage.

"What does that little farmer have that I don't?" Really? I shook my head. It couldn't be compared! With Trish our relationship had always been ups and downs, we feed on the rush of the highs, where everything was amazing, and then stretched it until it tired us and came the downs. We would fight and hurt, but it was that same attraction that keeps bringing us together for more rounds. I was always at ease with her, it was exciting and raw and she'd been a constant in my life in a moment where I needed the love she gave me. But that felt like a closed chapter now.

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

"So many things happened. There was so much jealousy, mistrust, so many arguments that made me feel bad and I just couldn't deal with it anymore." "Did you try to work it out?" "No," I admit with a grimace. "Our relationship was based on arguing and then making up." "You hid your problems with sex," he says matter-of-factly. "Yes," I say apologetically, though it's the truth. "Were you aware at any point that that was wrong?" "I always was." "And why didn't you end that relationship much earlier?" he questions, however, just as I am about to answer him, he stops me. "But before you answer me, I want you to analyze the question and your answer very well. Because many times, the motive that yo

“What’s happening?” Arnold sighed, looking away. I fistbumped his arm. “Don’t act like a princess. Tell me what happened?” I faced Adrian who wore a frown. “What’s wrong with you two?” “My recent chick broke up with me,” Arnold muttered. I nodded my head and shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal then. “This happens at least twice or thrice every week, Arnold you have broken up with so many girls and got even more, so what’s the problem this time?”

Amber Brown "Dylan ..." My eyes couldn't believe my eyes, this wasn't possible, why the hell, of all the fucking men in the world, did he have to be the one in that position in front of me? how many guys have I dated? Ten? Twenty? I can't even count, and just the relationship (it never became a relationship because we never made it official) that was the most troubled, with the most consequences and completely adverse situations, the one that had the most tragic ending is the one that's here, his evil smile making me suspicious of the conditions under which I got here.

This wasn’t a new conversation. Relationships were a sore subject for me. Years ago, I’d thought I found love with a woman. I had been so in love that I felt sure she was the person I would spend the rest of my life with. But life threw me a curveball when I found her in bed with one of my associates. Since then, my trust in relationships had shattered completely. Commitment felt like it was too much of a gamble and I never played a game where I stood a chance of losing. “Does work wait at home for you at the end of a long day?” she questioned, not ready to give up.