Boundaries In Marriage Novels & Stories

she points out. “What is that?” I ask her since she seems to have the answer. “What you seem to have forgotten here is the fact that we signed a Marriage contract because this marriage is nothing but a marriage of convenience, so if the issue at hand does not affect you or Kings Corporation negatively, I don’t have to share,” she states as a matter of fact. “And why is that?” I ask her. “Because there is something called boundaries and you have to respect the boundaries that I set in this marriage whether you like it or not,” she answers as she goes back to her meal, signaling the end of the discussion between both of us.

But if Milo thinks he can drift into my marriage and walk away untouched, he was mistaken. Tonight was about boundaries, and I intended to make them very, very clear.

“I don't care what people would say….your blindness doesn't make you less valuable. I'm not Viktor ,Raven…. Don't ever feel bad for your situation,it was out of your control. If you are going to be my wife then you have to step up your confidence no matter what you're going through. ” I watched as her jaw tightened in determination.“ Right!” She nodded and then continued."Shouldn't we set some rules and boundaries for after the wedding?” I sank down at the side of the bed again.“ What boundaries?” She sat up,her eyes staring straight ahead.“ Umm…since it's going to be a loveless marriage. Then there should be no intimacy whatsoever except in public.” “Loveless?”I chuckled darkly.“ You want a

And now he's fulfilling that promise. “Did you think about it?” he asked. My laugh was short. “I didn’t think about anything else.” He sat across from me. “And?” “And…” I exhaled. “I’ll do it. But it has to be clear. Boundaries. Terms.” There was a hint of something in his eyes, relief, maybe, or victory. He only nodded once. “Agreed.” *********** We spent the next hour setting boundaries, identifying what this "marriage" was about.

“Where we stand? Interesting choice of words.” Heat crept into my cheeks at the unintended implication, but I held my ground. “I think we both know this is far from a traditional marriage. But if we’re going to share a house, there need to be boundaries.” His expression didn’t change, but his gaze flicked briefly to the window before returning to me. “You’ll have your space, and I’ll have mine. As long as you don’t interfere with my life, I won’t interfere with yours.” “Fine,” I said, though his dismissive tone grated on me. “But I have conditions too.”

Physical Boundaries: - No Kissing: Under no circumstances shall Party A and Party B engage in any form of kissing, whether it be on the lips, cheeks, or any other part of the body. - No Hugging: Both parties shall refrain from any form of embracing, holding, or physical closeness that could be construed as affectionate. What if we get married? There's a kiss involved, isn't there? And it's not like I even want to kiss or hug him! 4. Autonomy: Each party acknowledges and agrees that they shall have the freedom to pursue their individual interests, relationships, and activities without interference or objection from the other party. Okay? I genuinely don't care about what he chooses to do with

"I'm not happy about your actions of late, but I'm willing to work to get past it." "I guess that's the difference between you and me, Debbie. I believe there are definite boundaries in a marriage, or any partnership. Both spouses have to agree on them, as well as abide by them," I added. "Our marriage is beyond repair now. We need to move on with our lives now and not waste time looking at what was, or what might have been." Debbie sobbed as she spun around and hurried from the room. Dottie had pulled back and looked at me like I had two heads. Chester's face was red and his ire was obvious.

“I just…” Again the sentence refused to finish. Just what? Missed you? Worried? Didn’t like imagining another man making you laugh? None of those were acceptable. She shook her head. “We need boundaries.” I looked at her. She continued quietly. “When we’re at work, you’re my boss.” “Yes.” “When we’re home, you’re my mother’s husband.” The reminder landed like a punch. “We don’t have to be friends.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. Just tired. “But we do have to respect each other.”

He looked at me helplessly, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, almost like an assurance, as he said, "I won't marry anyone else. Don't listen to what others say, and don't believe them either." I suddenly froze, unconsciously pinching my palms. "Who you marry has nothing to do with me anymore. You don't need to explain these things to me." With that, I glanced at the time and asked him to leave. "It's getting late. I have things to do tomorrow. Please leave quickly." It's better to have some boundaries when it comes to being alone with a man and a woman. Ryan remained silent for a long time. However, accustomed to being high and mighty, he couldn't bear being driven away by me t

She pouted her lips and said "Gianna?" He sounded serious. "Yes?" She was excited to hear his reply. "I think we need to make some boundaries between us." He said. She looked at him in response. "What?" She sounded. "Once upon a time, you liked me and also intended for marriage!" He pinched his nose. "Yes, I should have been in Angelina's place today!" She yelled inside but acted cool. "Now that I'm married and Angelina is my wife, you should stop hugging me."