Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

I grinned, dripping with sarcasm. “I need money. I’m six months behind on tuition—the whole semester. They blocked my access today, and I missed class.” “Tough luck! That’s not my problem.” “It is. We’re married, and I don’t have money.” “Like I said: tough luck! I’ve got nothing to do with it.” “There’s no food in that house. The cupboards are empty. No cook. Just one maid. Why’s there no gym? You do everything wrong, *husband*!”

My father threatened to force me to murder every last man that I kiss and that became the beginning of how I learned how to shut my emotions. “So, how’s my handsome husband doing?” Wilhelmina began and it’s really exasperating to hear her call me husband every time as if I wanted all of this. The truth is, she’s really the only person who’s actually happy in this situation. Being married to a person against your will could really be messy and emotionally draining at the very same time.

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

snapped Anjani asking as if asking Arsya. My husband: I don't wear a tie My husband: There is no one who prepared a work shirt too My husband: Nobody gave me morning kisses, no one made breakfast, no one hugged last night My husband: you hurry home, afraid to sleep alone My husband: I miss u, my son and my wife. Yeah, Anjani admits that if the problem breaks, Arsya is the best at it. "No, I dont miss u!!" jerked Anjani irritated, she threw the cellphone on the bed in annoyance.

Janice sat down in disappointment while watching her son leave. The caretaker came over. “Madam, are you alright?” Janice did not say anything and only let out a long sigh. Her life was a failure! Her husband did not love her, and now her only son had started to grow apart from her. Her heart was sour. ‘What’s the point of living?’

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

I’m not about to make him my punching bag. He doesn’t move right away, and just when I think I might have to push past him, he finally pulls out his phone and dials. Fucking Aleksei answers. I laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because if I don’t laugh, I’ll start screaming and throwing shit. So he won’t pick my calls? I nod to myself. That’s what he thinks of me. That I just nag. That whatever I have to say doesn’t matter. This marriage is just over one week old and already, I can feel it, I’m not wanted.

He said if that would make him faultless. “Shut up you pathetic excuse of a man! Did you think you would be happy in this marriage? Well then, think again because we both will never happy. As long as we are together, I would make sure that every day is hell!!” I yelled out my frustration and anger.