Why Do I Feel Unwanted Novels & Stories

The implication that I’m here out of desperation and I’m lucrative enough to wield sexual energy and use it as a tool to grant me passage? It felt like I was taken from the ground I previously was, and kept under foot. And it wasn’t the good kind, either. I felt like the muck stuck underneath boots, that you would scratch against the pavement to get rid of. I felt unwanted, even as trash. But somehow, there was a slight smile on my face.

Her words shot my heart like the gun was aimed for my heart only. Why? I ask myself that as well. What was the reason that they decided I was better on the road than to be in their home? What was my fault? An uneasy feeling nests in my stomach as my heart drops. It's not a pretty feeling to know you are unwanted by the same people who decided to bring you into the world, whatever the reason behind it might be. It hurts.

I can only hope he isn’t there. At the same time, a part of me wishes he would be there. This love and hate desire burning in me for one person makes me feel very indecisive and needy. The lack of affection in my life is making me desire for the least bit of attention. He already made himself clear, that is enough proof to keep to myself.

I tried not to let the disappointment show. “It’s nothing that you should concern yourself with,” He said. I felt like he shut me out with that word which made it even worse because now I felt unwanted. I didn’t like the feeling at all and wished I hadn’t asked in the first place, at least I would have held onto the hope that he would tell me when he was ready but now that I know he doesn’t want to tell me, I suddenly didn’t want to be in his presence.

Not the unsatisfying drops of dews on the leaves. It's true that they weren't related by blood. But as a person who had underwent the same thing, Bek couldn't just leave her alone. He knew the feeling of being unwanted and neglected by the society and even their own families. He knew how lonely it was to never had no one to turn to. He knew how painful it was to be regarded as the 'odd' one and not having anyone to stand up for you when you can't stand up on your own. The reason why he was forced to accept and embrace everything the way they had been.

It was a hard pill to swallow knowing how much he hated me now and it made me even more depressed, as I began to feel unwanted once again. The lack of my mates to confirm to me that I was wanted was beginning to also play a toll on me and I hadn’t realized that they were the reason that I was able to not feel so depressed in this world. The two of them not coming for me yet also made me wonder if they ever would and if I meant enough to them to come. My father had done a real doozy on me making me once again think that I was irrelevant to anyone.

“You knew mum was… not okay. And you still left me with her.” My chest tightened, memories pushing forward whether I wanted them or not. “All these years…” my voice cracked slightly, but I pushed through it, “I kept calling you. Over and over again. Trying to reach you. Trying to… have something. And every single time, you pushed me away.” Damian’s hold tightened slightly, like he could feel every word cutting through me. “I felt unwanted,” I whispered. “I was alone.” The tears came then. Hot. Unstoppable.

“It started as a one-time thing, because of work stress… I felt old and unwanted. She made me feel young again.” I stepped closer. My knees felt weak. “You made me feel unwanted for years,” I said quietly. “Every time we were together, you made love to me like you were in a hurry and left me lying there, staring at the ceiling, still needing more. I stayed quiet because I loved you. I thought something was wrong with me for wanting real passion.” Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I kept talking. “I cooked your favorite meals. I took care of the house. I smiled even when I felt empty inside. And this is how you treat me?”

Even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness, my own well-being. The realization was a crushing blow, a painful truth that I couldn't escape. I felt like I was a burden, a weight that no one wanted to carry. I was a constant reminder of something unwanted, something unloved. I thought about all the times I had tried to reach out, to connect with others, only to be rejected or ignored. I thought about all the times I had felt like I was on the outside looking in, like I didn't belong. The feeling of being unwanted was a heavy one, a weight that pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of rejection, with no lifeline to cling to.

Pain and just pain. Today she realized the real meaning of being unwanted. She wasn't wanted by her father, and her adopted parents never really considered her their daughter, now she was questioning if Sofia actually loved her or if was it always just a part of a plan to hurt her, especially after how she helped her only for her to land in Leonard's hands. She didn't have any trust left on these people or she might never be able to trust anyone again. Especially after how the man she ever wanted made her feel unwanted the most.