Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

JORDAN I slip on my detached, professional mask, the same one I reserve for clients who drain the colour from my days. Taylor sits across from me, eyes red and tired, twisting a tissue between her fingers. I’ve heard this story too many times, and I’m running out of patience. “You can’t be serious, Jordan. I can’t just walk away from my husband. We’ve been married for ten years!” I lean back, keeping my tone even. “And how long has he been abusing you?”

I’m ecstatic that my husband moaned another woman’s name when he was in bed with me? But the words never made it out. Because speaking had never changed anything. “We’ve both been miserable,” he said. “This would be good for us.” A quiet scoff slipped past my lips before I could stop it. He didn’t look guilty. If anything, he looked relieved. Like he had already walked away from this marriage long before today. “Do you think I don’t struggle too?” I asked quietly. “When you come home late… or don’t come home at all?” Damien frowned slightly, like the question genuinely confused him.

“Wasn’t that already punishment?” Leonel’s face darkened even further. “You think that was punishment?” Navia instantly covered her mouth. “No! That’s not what I meant!” “Then what did you mean?” His gaze stayed fixed on hers. “Navia… what exactly do you think I am?” His voice dropped lower, carrying a dangerous edge. “Do you really think every moment with me is miserable for you?” “No!” She shook her head so fast it was almost frantic. “You’re my husband. I’m your wife. Things like that are normal. Why would it be miserable?”

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

Now I am more interested to hear what she has to say. I thought she just wants to lecture me about hurting her daughter. “But after he left her, my husband was never the same, he looked lost and miserable most of the time. He would be happy with us but then zone out often, it was like something was missing in his life but I was stubborn. I had my husband all to myself and didn’t care at all how miserable he was as long as he was all mine. Years past and the thing of him zoning out became a norm in the house. We would just let him be and pretend like his not there until he comes out of it and join in the conversation.” She looks sad when she tells me this.

All I want to know is what's wrong with my husband. "I am not avoiding you, Hazel. There's a reason why I don't talk about my feelings. It's not that I don't want to, I just can't quite put them into words." He rubs his temples and rests his elbows on his desk. "It's- just think of it like this. I see you crying all the time because I can't give you what you want. Even when you try to hide it from me, I still hear you. It makes me feel like such a terrible person and I can't stand it. I feel as though as long as I'm around you, you won't be happy. I just...." he lets out a shaky breath, "I just don't think I can make you happy anymore. Not like I used to."

She then put her hand over her mouth and whispered, “Sorry you had to see this. My husband seems to be in a bad mood.” I nodded again, though this one felt a little ridiculous. A bad mood, she said. So in a typical marriage, someone could curse and yell at their spouse just because they were in a bad mood? Damian just sulked and barely spoke to me when he was in a bad mood yesterday. And that was Damian, who wasn’t in love with me. My marriage was loveless but at least he had respect for me. That person didn’t seem to have anything to offer to Aunt Imani. Not even basic decency.

“Knowing your husband is cheating and not stopping him? A woman like that deserves to be cheated on!” “We’re all women here. Who doesn’t see her intentions? She’s acting so generous, but she’s just waiting to confront the mistress! I think she should pay for the damages!” Seeing everyone on her side, Isabel proudly shouted, “Exactly! It’s her fault that her husband doesn’t want her because she’s old and disabled, so he came after me! She’s the one to blame for me being taken advantage of!” After she said that, Caelan rushed over and slapped her hard.

the man added quickly when he noticed her mood change. “You’re right. He was actually here till late at night. He will be back this morning… probably on his way,” Mrs. Whitemere replied softly, though her eyes held sadness. She didn’t want to think too much about it, but she hadn’t been happy with her husband lately. All through the years of their marriage, he had kept disappointing her—and it only seemed to be getting worse. Her heart had slowly turned cold. “I understand,” the man said with a nod.