Why Is My Boyfriend Being Distant Novels & Stories

I called him. He turned to me, "Hmm?" "Are you mad?" I asked. He just shook his head in response, so I asked again, "Why are you so far away?" He looked at the TV again, "There's no reason. I just want to." My eyes shrunk, "You're being suspicious. Seriously, what did I do?" He heaved a sigh, "I'm not mad, Aiden." "Why are you so distant if you're not angry?" I asked, starting to get annoyed.

I cancelled plans with the girls and spent more time with him, hoping to quell his fears and reassure him of my love. But despite my efforts, he still seemed distant and withdrawn. One night, as we lay in bed together, I finally worked up the courage to confront him. "Xavier, what's wrong? Why do you seem so unhappy lately?" He hesitated for a moment before finally answering, "I just feel like you're not as invested in our relationship as I am. It seems like you're always off doing your own thing with the girls, and I'm left here wondering when you'll have time for me."

The sound of cutlery and plates was louder than the words between us. “Dylan…” I called gently. “Hm?” “Are you… okay?” He looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “I’m fine. Why?” “I don’t know. It just feels like… you’ve been distant lately.” He paused for a moment, setting down his spoon. “Carissa, I’m just busy. That doesn’t mean I’m not here for you.” I bit my lip. “I know. But sometimes I just want us to talk—not just about work or daily updates.”

“We haven’t seen each other in seven days, Greg.” “Nine days.” “Why then are you refusing? Don’t you miss me?” “It is a long drive, Babe. You need your energy.” “I can take a flight.” “You are so persistent.” “I am.” I am. It is unlike my boyfriend. He is always wanting and needing me. Why is he holding back? “There is a two-week break. It is supposed to begin in two days. I was preserving on until then, but you miss me and my wet dreams resurfaced lately. So…”

Alexis declared and picked up her bag. I moved closer to him, " What's wrong? Are you okay? Is Ramon and the others pestering you?" I inquired in concern. He shrugged, with his mouth drawn into a frown. " I'm cool. I just feel after that incident, we have drifted apart." He said. You have yourself to blame for that. " What do you think is the cause?" I asked further. He sighed and ran his hand in his hair. " I don't mean any disrespect but I think you are being distant. I'm confused about what to do. I am truly sorry, but it seems like you are no longer with me." He replied.

"I know, I know. You don't want to trouble me. You don't want me to be bogged down by it all. But I knew about your problems before we were officially together. If any of this bothered me, why would I have still wanted to be your boyfriend? "You push me away and refuse to accept any help or goodwill from me. You refuse to let me into your world, your life. It makes me feel like you're trying to keep things at a distance, making it easier to walk away whenever you want. Not involving me in your life makes it so much simpler to exit without a second thought." His voice dropped low, his eyes darkening. "How am I supposed to feel about that, Tay?" I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.

“That I take care of you. That this is what you want. Nothing more.” I nodded, but my stomach was in knots. The days leading up to the meeting felt heavier than usual. Aiden was distracted. His calls ran longer. His touches remained possessive, but there was a new distance in his eyes, like he was looking at me and seeing something more complicated than just his breeding boy. One night, after he had held me for a long time without speaking, I finally asked. “Are you okay?” I whispered against his chest, tracing a finger over one of the fresh marks he’d left on my skin earlier. “You seem… far away lately.”

It’s the second week of Owen being so far away; he called this morning telling me he wasn’t going to be able to make it again. Lately, he has seemed distant. I know I haven’t been much better. It is just as hard to get a hold of me as it is him.

“I don’t sleep well when my mind’s still moving.'' He pretentiously forced a short smile and smirked. ''Where had your mind gone?'' I took a sip of the tea I had left on the table for more minutes than required and miffed at him. The skyline glowed with early morning light. “Or when someone I care about starts shifting without saying why.” He stepped out beside me, silent for a moment. His presence always held weight, even in stillness. “I know,” he said. “I’ve been distant.” “You’ve been different.” He exhaled slowly. “Trying not to be predictable isn’t the same as pulling away.” I turned toward him. “You haven’t kissed me in three nights. You haven’t touched me unless I touched you first.

This was my husband of over five years, he barely even kissed me at all and was just busy feeling in my body so whatever surface he could find and pounding without stopping. The most troubling part was he didn't even bother at all if I reached my own climax, then when he was finally done and satisfied he stretched on the bed and went to sleep without even grabbing his hands around me as you normally do days that it was practically a reflex for him at this point I was just looking at him it was somebody would stare at a painting just without the admiration and only the shock. My mind and my heart were quick to give him an excuse that he was probably tired from the pack's annual festival and t