Divorced At Eighteen Novels & Stories

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

The timestamp on the video made it blatantly clear that Elena had cheated on me while we were still married. That night, the headline, "The Hardships of Mr. Johnson", appeared on the trending charts. … One night, my friends and I agreed to meet at a club after a social event. After several rounds of drinks, we heard the loud sounds of a scuffle coming from outside the private room. "Why did I waste my time raising you for so many years? You couldn't even get a man to stay! He's the heir of the Johnson family. Were you blind at the time? You actually asked him for a divorce to be with a useless loser instead!

"I was asking myself why you had to drink so much. Yes." "I'm not a drunk. I caught my in bed with my husband." I paused, replayed what I had said in my head and giggled. "Damn! I guess I'm more drunk than I thought." "Yeah, but I understood you. He cheated?" I nodded. "He did, with my stepsister. He threw me out of the house and... divorced me." "Why did-" he began. He took the glass of alcohol; I wasn't aware that I was raised to my lips, away from me. In doing so, he leaned real close, and I got a noseful of his perfume, something woodsy and fresh.

I made to barge in and confront them but stopped when she pulled away to get her bag. “We get her drugged today, huh?” Bianca had a snide smile on her face. Who? Get who drugged? “Yeah. It's high time I get a divorce and be with you Love.” Matteo grabbed her butt but she pulled away. My knees buckled and I held the door post for support. Today is my 25th birthday and this is what I get coming to my husband's office to celebrate. Bianca giggled, hitting his chest lightly. “I can't wait, Babe.” She leaned in again and I couldn't watch, tears blurred my vision. I felt the air get forcefully taken out of my lungs as I rushed to the side to stifle my tears.

He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. My parents got divorced two years ago because of my dad's infidelity. I don't know who the devil was that adviced my mom to do same to my dad, so he gets a taste of his medicine. But everything turned sour even after their divorce. Now I was a nineteen year old teenager with two separated parents that both had up to twenty partners. Toxic much? “Help yourself to whatever baby. You're a big girl. See you later” my mum blew me a kiss and left through the back door with her man.

Perhaps her agreement to the divorce was not a reflection of a rekindled romance with her ex-boyfriend, but rather a desire to find her own path to happiness and healing. Fueled by a mixture of anger, confusion, and a growing sense of insignificance, Jaden let out a frustrated cry and kicked his leg on a chair, his emotions boiling over. The idea that Nancy still harboured feelings for her crush, combined with her seemingly easy acceptance of the divorce, left him feeling discarded and unimportant. His mind raced with thoughts of Rita finding solace and pleasure in the arms of another man. The memory of their intimate moments together haunted him, tormenting his thoughts.

"I went to the best school, had the best things, and when I was just eighteen, I went to medical school. I became a doctor at twenty four, got engaged and divorced at twenty five and my life has been boring since." "Why did you get divorced?" "Why are you poke nosing in my business?" I didn't mean to be rude but I wasn't ready to share my tragic love story. "So, if you weren't forced to chase after your father's dreams?, What would you have done?" "I..."I stopped and thought for a second. I didn't realize until now how empty my life had been. She touched my hand slightly and smiled at me.

She looked at the stillness of that curtain and desired to be as still as it was but she had no shield that protected her from the raging wind like the closed window did to the curtains. She had been married to Mr. Lodipo as soon as she turned 18 not knowing a thing and well kept by her father who was highly feared by everyone, that no man in the city would take a look at her especially when she was under 18. Mr. Lodipo took her innocence the very night they were wedded and she had learned to trust him and love him as her husband even though she knew that it was completely out of business that her father had given her to him, as he became the governor soon afterward. He had 5 years of leader

Let’s just say he was convicted of a lude act on a minor which made him a registered sex offender. I was only 19 which made me barely legal to begin with. That made me disgusted, and it took me a while, but I managed to divorce him. He still only had to serve the twelve. I did not keep in contact with him. And now if I tell anyone I was married at 19 it was to help a guy not spend the rest of his life in prison. Which gets a lot of raised eyebrows from people who find out. Oh, and one last thing I didn’t mention about him, he was my boss when we met. So, no I never dated another boss after that. And thank goodness I didn’t have kids with him. All of that happened within one year, when I was

"Well, it's busy, that's true. They oughta make parents of teens get chauffeur's licenses, cause that's what I really feel like, most of the time." "And your husband?" I held up my bare left ring finger. "Divorced. Ten years now." I felt the emotion rise in my chest, my eyes burning as the shame of my abject marital failure surfaced in my mind. Sandy reached out and took my hand. "I'm sorry. It's okay. Let's just have a nice lunch. No sad talk."