Why Do I Love Someone That Hurts Me Novels & Stories

Samantha was afraid to love and experience the pain that comes with it. Well, in reality, there was no love that was pure happiness. Love is meant to hurt someone. Love is intended to cause deepened wounds... unfading scars... and unending traumas. Which leads most to the question... why would you love someone anyway?

Because he thought I wanted to leave him for another man? He's gone insane. He may hate me so much, but it doesn't give him the right to hurt me whenever he pleases. I allowed him to hurt me to show him how much I loved him. I allowed him to hurt me to prove that I could endure his abuse because I loved him. But this kind of love is messed up because I can't leave him. Now that I want to set myself free, despite the heaviness in my heart, he chose to treat me even worse. Can't he feel or see the pain I've endured because of my love for him?

But saying and doing are two different things. I understand how hard it is now, to turn from someone who is supposed to love you, yet hurts you. I don’t want to live that life, I don’t want to live my life with someone who beats me, and there it is. Tears blur my vision and stream down my cheeks without permission. The truth of my situation hits me. Is there better?

He's mocking me! I can feel Nathan's hand still gripping mine, assuring me or preventing me to do something. I wanted to stand up, rushed to where he seated and slap him. But then what's the point? I lost him! He hates me that's why he's doing this. It hurts a lot! Seeing the guy you love with someone else, to top it all, with the person you hate the most. 'You're not the only one hurting here, it hurts more than what you think it is and I can't bear it anymore!'

The man looked down. "Jae ... After you left, it seemed like I didn't want to know love and seemed like I didn't want to get married. I just wanted to enjoy being alone and so on until I caught up with you. Still the cute girl I know all this time." "We have separated nature. But the soul in my heart is still the same, only for one girl, my childhood friend, who taught me to be brave to the world, and you are so strict in facing all your illnesses. Sorry so far, I have never appeared. I dare not show my face straight away because I can't bear to see you suffer like that, and this coward will never talk about what he feels. "

Melody said. “Yes ma'am.” “Bye, sugar. Kiss baby Melody for me.” Cynthia laughed weakly. “You bet I will.” The call ended. Melody stayed sitting there for a long time, staring at her phone. Then she leaned back slowly and looked at the ceiling. Why was love so complicated? Why did it always come with hurt? Was it even possible to love someone without hurting at some point? Without bruising your heart? She thought about Cynthia, Jamie, about Brandon, herself and Logan.

Marta didn't bat an eye. She only nodded, calm and understanding. "Perhaps it's absurd, ma'am. But some things just do not make sense-they just… are." I smiled in silence, but her words filled up space in my head, though I wished them away. "Love like that-it's a weakness," I said harshly, feeling the regular brew of anger and something else, something I couldn't understand, eating at me inside. "That's how people get hurt. Just look at you-look at everything you went through because of him."

"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much? Why do you take so much satisfaction in hurting me? You belittle me, remind me of how much I'm lacking, how I'll never be enough. Why?" He opened his mouth to respond, but I couldn't bear to hear any more. The tears I had been holding back spilled over, and I turned and fled. I hated crying, hated showing him how much his words affected me. It made me feel weak and exposed. As I ran, a chilling realization hit me: I was still in love with him. Despite everything, I had never stopped loving him. It was a cruel twist of fate, loving a man who seemed to derive pleasure from my pain, who reminded me daily of how unworthy I was.

He saw me kissing Max with his own eyes, it must have hurt him badly. He sighed and pulled me into his arms. “Baby girl, I know that you used to do that when you feel hurt. But please don’t do it anymore. You hurt me, but you are also hurting yourself. That’s not a way to feel loved. I’m here, you have me. You don’t have to do it anymore.” I knew what he said was true. Every time I felt hurt because of a guy, I would use another guy just to feel loved. I even used Cole. But I wouldn’t feel good after that. I would feel miserable and Damian understood.

If it was someone else then he would have used his gun already. Love makes people weak because it means you have to be willing to open your heart up, which can leave us vulnerable. You are placing yourself in a position where someone else has the ability to hurt you and make you feel bad about yourself by their words or actions. If they do something that hurts us too much we will take time out of our schedules to avoid them. We do this because we don't want love to make us weak and vulnerable or get hurt anymore than we already have been.When you choose to love someone, you give them the right to hurt you. This one person has the power to make you or break you. When you love someone, no matt