Emotionalneglect Stories

They live under the same roof, but their hearts are worlds apart. Seokjin didn't marry Namjoon for love. Namjoon didn't think love was required. Their marriage is quiet. Cold. Unfulfilled. When Seungho - Jin's past, his comfort, his almost - re-enters their lives, Namjoon is forced to confront the one thing he's always avoided: what it means to lose someone who never truly belonged to him. This is not a cheating story. It's about emotional neglect, quiet jealousy, unspoken longing, and the slow realization of love taken for granted. Trope:- Forced marriage. Slow burn. Angst.

She waited for seven years to become a mother. She prayed. She endured. She stayed. Until she found out the truth - her husband had married another woman in secret and had a child who was already five years old. She didn't scream. She didn't leave. But she slowly realized that endless patience was making her disappear. This story is not about revenge. It is about a woman who chooses faith, dignity, and the courage to protect herself without losing her values. For every woman who has been strong for too long - this story is for you.

𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱× 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓪 (≧◡≦)(❥‿❥) Book Name Own by me do not copy🙏

Beatrice is a five-chapter reflective monologue tracing the quiet devastation of a childhood shaped by control, silence, and emotional neglect. Born into hope and named for happiness, Beatrice grows up navigating parental conflict, rigid expectations, and the slow erosion of selfhood. What begins as a story of family migration and sacrifice becomes an intimate study of endurance, of a girl who learns to disappear in order to survive. As the narrative moves through childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood, it resists the language of redemption. There is no singular villain, no dramatic escape, and no neat reconciliation. Instead, the story dwells in the aftermath: dependency that lingers, anger that coexists with gratitude, and a present shaped by wounds that have not yet healed. Beatrice is not a story about overcoming trauma, but about living honestly within it.

Some love stories do not end. They simply continue without you in them. Mukti was never the other woman. She was the second choice in a love story that had already ended before she ever stepped into it. For seven years, she waited. Not for grand gestures or pretty promises. Just for one moment where he would look at her, not as a replacement, not as a responsibility, but as the woman who stood beside him every single day. She lived in a marriage where nothing was cruel enough to complain about. Arjun was gentle. He was faithful. He loved their daughter with a devotion that never wavered. He spoke to Mukti, touched her, shared a home and a bed with her. And yet, he was never truly there. His heart remained somewhere in the past, holding onto a love he had lost and never learned to let go. "Woh kisi aur ke gham se ubhar hi nahi paaya, Aur main kisi apne ke hote hue bhi tanha reh gayi" In the letters Mukti never meant him to read, her truth finally unfolds. Of how she slowly disappeared. Of how she kept loving without being loved back. Of how loneliness learned to wear the mask of stability. Now Arjun is forced to face what he chose not to see. That while he mourned his past, he made his present live unloved. This is not a story of infidelity. It is the story of emotional absence, stretched across seven years, until waiting no longer felt like hope, but habit.

Amidst the cold calculations and silent power games of her new family, Kanu finds warmth-not in grand gestures, but in the quiet strength of her husband, Preet. A man of principles, tenderness, and quiet rebellion, Preet offers her a rare glimmer of hope. As their bond deepens with shared moments and unspoken understanding, Kanu dares to dream of a love untouched by the shadows around her. But can the quiet of two hearts truly drown out the noise of a narcissistic world? #NarcissisticFamily #EmotionalAbuse #ToxicInLaws #MarriageStruggles #HopeInDarkness #SurvivingNarcissism #LoveAndPain #QuietStrength #FindingPeace #EmotionalHealing #SoftSpokenLove #PreetAndKomal #TrueLoveExists #SlowBurnRomance #LoyalHusband #StrongFemaleLead #WattpadStory #IndianFamilyDrama #BasedOnTrueStory #LifeLessons #MemoirStyle #UnexpectedLove Copyright © 2025 Renu. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be copied, stored, or shared in any form without the author's permission. This story is a work of non-fiction based on real-life events. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 , 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞 . 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 .

A soft place for the strong girls who stayed too long, loved too hard, and forgot themselves in the process. This is your reminder: you were never too much. They were just never enough.

A vampire named Szandor Aranyos only wished for solitude. Instead, he finds himself with a crying human child. Alongside him: an elderly druid with psychedelic herbs, a lynx with its own motives, and a child determined to explore every abyss of parental attachment issues. This is a story about reluctant care, dysfunctional family dynamics, existential weariness, and the sting of emotional neglect.

An Alphabet Dying in the Mouth of a Star is a quiet journey into the life of a child who was never truly seen-whose name was forgotten before it was even spoken. It's a story about silence, shadows, and the aching loneliness of being invisible in a world that insists on looking past you. But it's also a story of a small, fragile moment when someone finally sees you-not just your face, but your existence. In these pages, the invisible becomes visible through the weight of a single word, and the space between being and belonging is explored with gentle sorrow and subtle hope. This is not a story of instant healing, but of the slow, painful breath of recognition that starts to break the silence.

Nick keeps throwing up. (Obviously this comes with a content warning for emetophobia). Why is he throwing up? Well, because of anxiety, but also because of...something he's not sure he's ready to tell anyone. Not even his bandmate/oldest friend, Winter; not even his recent girlfriend, Celice.

I ran till my foot bleed , till my legs burned , still never seems to escape it . M x M

: When Kanu asks for a simple day with her parents, she doesn't expect it to spiral into a standoff over permission, power, and pride. What begins as a polite request turns into a chilling lesson in control. In a home where unspoken rules rule everything, her tears are seen as defiance-and an apology becomes the price of peace. But can dignity survive where permission must be earned? This chapter explores the quiet cruelties of withheld agency-and the devastating cost of simply asking. #StoryTime #FictionBasedOnReality #RealLifeInspired #MemoirWriting #NarrativeNonFiction #TrueStoryTelling #FamilyDrama #WomenWriters #EmotionalWriting #WritersOfInstagram #WattpadStory #NarcissisticAbuse #LifeInANarcissistFamily #ToxicInLaws #EmotionalNeglect #AbuseAwareness #NarcissismUnmasked #HealingFromAbuse #BreakTheSilenc #KomalsJourney #ThePriceOfPermission #StrengthInSilenceCopyright © 2025 Renu. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be copied, stored, or shared in any form without the author's permission. This story is a work of non-fiction based on real-life events. Unauthorized use is prohibited. #VoiceOfTheVoiceless #ResilientWoman #HerSideOfTheStory #TruthBehindSmiles ---

The Hidden Inheritance is a tragic family story about parents who spend their entire lives secretly saving money, believing it will one day win their son's love. But when they finally reveal their hidden treasure, their plan backfires-proving that love cannot be bought, and neglected hearts cannot be healed with wealth.

The world is huge and terrifying. Be kind to your child.

「 to acknowledge means to accept. 」 ─── Han Aesong, now known as Samira Ruen shin, was an ordinary senior student barely surviving the life she had. Though the life she experienced was hard, it was full of memories with the people she loves. it wasn't long until she was murdered, ending her life as Han Aesong. Now awakened as 14 y/o Samira, the twin sister of Elizabeth Ruen Shin- the protagonist of a webnovel she once read,〔 Elizabeth's Sanctuary 〕who tragically died at the hands of their stepmother, she tried to accept her new life but she couldn't do so. "I don't want this life anymore.." Sobbed the young woman, wiping the tears that she tried to suppress.

A poem which shows how someone's family didn't love them as much as they should have, but she found someone who made her feel love in a way she had never felt before.

• "random thoughts racing threw my head" • Will Include: - comfort things - music lyrics - family issues - traumatic experiences - mental issues and problems such as social anxiety, derealization, emotional neglect, ect - random thoughts !! W͟a͟r͟n͟i͟n͟g͟s͟ !! will be at the beginning of the page for anything that might make someone uncomfortable or trigger a mental response // 🎀Comfort Book by Kurama🍓 //

see the soil i grew upon, in a couple years i'll be alright cover by @bayports <3 POETRY && NONSENSE THOUGHTS OF A BOY ON FIRE LOWERCASE INTENDED -DAYAFTERTOMORROW, 2023©

Khawala Tahir had always been surrounded by people, by noise, by the weight of expectations-yet somehow, she remained on the outside, as if life had locked her behind a door no one noticed. The love she longed for was never denied outright-just quietly, almost politely, given to others.She was blamed for wounds she didn't cause, punished simply for breathing too softly, for existing too gently.So she learned to live on silence,On the faint echoes of affection left behind for her in the corners. She was never the one their arms reached for, never the name they spoke with pride. But she never wept aloud. She loved without demand, gave without measure, and placed her trembling heart in the hands of the One who never let it fall-her Lord. Her devotion was quiet, unwavering. Her soul so selfless it startled even her own reflection.Yet beneath the layers of resilience, there remained a tender ache- To be seen. To be chosen.To be loved not for her strength, nor for what she could survive-but for the soft, sacred soul she truly was. All she ever wished for was peace- A life that didn't feel like a sentence for being different.