Why Do I Feel Unwanted Novels & Stories

I felt my chest twisting with pain when she continued sobbing. "And look... you were right that I got a shitty family...... but I expected something else from future. I thought life has thrown enough unhappy and unlucky scenes into my life, now is the time to be happy, but he sent me you. I don't even have anyone to tell my sob stories to… here I'm bawling my eyes out to my husband.... who doesn't even want me in the first place." She laughed bitterly. Evelyn's POV "-who doesn't even want me in the first place." It's true isn't it? I feel so unwanted. Not one person in my life actually wants me.

As he brushed away my tears, he said, "it will bury you with desires that you either couldn't satisfy or that didn't go undetected." "But what if that buried desire reawakens?" I looked at him with doubt in my eyes. "Perhaps we satisfied our unfulfilled desires, but such fulfillment comes at a steep cost, and the ultimate result is nothing but remorse and regret, "he remarked sadly in response to my question. After hearing his words, I sobbed loudly, "I don't want to fulfill my unfulfilled desires; I just want to live my life properly." Ankur was probably at a loss for words as he tried to calm me down. Perhaps he sensed I needed someone to talk to about my feelings.

On the day she miscarried because her mate chose his ex, Rae's wolf went completely dormant from the trauma. That killed every ounce of love she had left for him. She was done playing his pathetic doormat. No more running his family's empire. No more grilling him about staying out all night. He left her locked in a freezing pack holding cell for nine whole days. Why? To baby-sit his childhood sweetheart through a "full moon panic attack" in a luxury mansion. Rae didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't even bother making a phone call. Then came day ten. Colton finally rolled up in his custom black Cadillac. He looked down at her with those golden wolf eyes, calling her dramatic. Rae just pu

I often asked him why he would just say that he just doesn't want me to be friends with Jhazzy. I once caught them as if they were talking or arguing, I don't know the reason because when I ask, they will both answer me with nothing. Sometimes I think that my husband is becoming unreasonable but I don't want to ignore what he says and feels. So sometimes I just choose to keep quiet so that we don't quarrel any more. I am currently in the bathroom because I woke up as if my stomach was turning, since a week ago I have often vomited and felt dizzy. I don't tell my husband anymore because I don't want him to worry.

he grounded, but although still related, it wasn’t really the answer I wanted to hear. It sank my heart real good. I lowered my head, braving back the tears that had suddenly threatened to slip in the corner of my eyes. What more pain is there than to be rejected by a man you had come to care with? Or even worse, possibly love? The feeling of being unwanted... shit, it definitely sucks. “You’re right, I don’t have the reason to return anymore,” I whispered impassively, diverting my gaze to an open double door where it was cramped up with exiting tired guests.

My cheeks were already burning. "You're not ready," he murmured. The words shouldn't have stung. But they did. I blinked, stunned by the hollow ache left in his wake.. Why did I feel disappointed? Why did I want him to keep going? Why did I feel... unwanted when he stopped? I looked away quickly, ashamed of the ache curling low in my belly.

People were pressed close together, bodies moving in time with the music, mouths on each other like it was nothing. It should’ve looked fun. Instead, it just made me feel… off. I don’t do kisses. Never liked them. They’re messy. Too personal. But ever since that happened with Elian, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not in a sweet, butterflies way — more like, why the hell didn’t I hate it? So, I figured I’d test it. A quick experiment. That’s what I told myself when a girl — short dress, glossy lips — came over and smiled at me like I was already hers.

“Do you have any idea what that does to me? I’m starving, Jace. Starving for you to just—just take me. I crave it. I crave you filling me, claiming me, making me yours completely. But it never happens. Never. And every time it doesn’t, I’m left wondering if there’s something wrong with me. If maybe you don’t actually want me, not really. If maybe you’re just… stringing me along with mixed signals and half measures. Do you know how badly that messes with my head?” My hands were trembling now, clutching at the fabric of my dress like I needed to hold something to stop myself from shaking apart. “It hurts, Jace. It hurts to feel wanted and unwanted at the same time. To be held but never claimed

When I asked him finally, exasperated beyond belief, if he was planning to come down to meet us anytime during the following week, he answered curtly, “My work is not your run of the mill business, Woman. I need to settle some matters.’ He had cut the call abruptly and I had sat for a while, taken aback by the rude reply. *** I was beginning to feel lonely and unwanted. If I attempted to call him after the kids were in bed, he would not respond. That hurt me. Was he not happy because I was expecting our fourth child? I asked myself, the sense of unworthiness growing within me.

This life is quite unexpected for some. The eighty percent population lives with love and care, but the other twenty percent? they just want the days to pass without any emotion. They are fine, as always. But deep down? they suffer from mental sickness which leads them to take their own very life. They just stop caring at one point. Numbness, emptiness is what they feel. Nothing more, nothing less. After the depressing encounter with Agostino, Seraphina had ran to the indoor pool area which was usually secluded at night.