I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

All my life I have always had one issues to another, I have always been blamed for the misfortune of another and called all sorts of names. "You know what? Just stay far away from me. Your presence alone makes me want to puke, I hardly despise people but from the day I knew you, there was nothing more that I hated other than you." He spat out. I was hurt and disheartened, thorn and broken. I wanted to cry but the tears refused to come and I looked at him with no expression on my face. I have always been hated by people around me and people i was related to either by blood or by paper. My step mother and step sister and now the man who was supposed to be my husband.

Somehow Ehi had begun to hate her husband. Every single thing about him grated on her nerves: the way he smelled, the way he looked, the way he smiled like a fool whenever he drank beer. Even the word "babe" slipping out of his mouth made her stomach churn, and his incessant snoring at night was enough to make her want to smother him with a pillow. After five years of marriage, he had become a walking irritation, a lifeless shell that reminded her of someone plucked from The Walking Dead.

I can't imagine what my husband is feeling right now. "Your parents? They were mine! My father never loved me and sure as hell didn't love you either. He's the fault for the voices we hate so. He's the reason that either of us lives in this hell. There is no reason for you to hate me. I did everything I could to give you the happy life that I always wanted." My blood boils. My words spew out without control. How dare he?

I have literally no one to talk to about this. Even if I did, what would I say? “Hey, my husband hates me and I'm pretty sure he's counting down the days until he can rid himself of me, all because of some stupid contract marriage to save his family empire. I've cried and pleaded and done everything I can think of to make him love me, but he just won't give in. What should I do?”

“I have a husband, for Christ’s sake and I don’t want to-“ “Bullshit!” He stood up and kicked the side table, which left the magazines scattered on the floor. “Your husband is an asshole and you know it. Do you even see yourself in the mirror? You are falling apart, Astrid and your husband doesn’t even care about that!” That got a sharp stare from Astrid. “I am not falling apart,” she cried.

she yelled at me and left. They hated me, now I was officially alone. Holly if you were not dead I would wish you dead. My husband hates me so much, the maids think I killed one of them is there any worse life. But she is right I might have been forced into this life but was it really that bad.

he grimaced as if the thought of having sex with me, his wife, was disgusting to him. My fingers curled more into the dressing table. My heart broke at his words, my chest cramped, it felt like there was a shard in my heart that drove deeper each time he spoke wickedly to me. Each time he made his hate apparent. Only my husband was obvious about his hate for me. It was the only emotion that he showed me genuinely. Hate. Scornful hate. Mummy still wouldn’t understand if I spoke to her about it, she’d tell me her overrated story of how she tamed my father and had me.

Out of mind, out of sight. I part my lips to apologize and thank him for yesterday, but before I can get a word out, he walks away. Embarrassment pours into my veins, filling every inch of me as I close my mouth, staring at the empty space and inhaling his minty, musky scent. Now, it’s not lost on me that my husband hates me, and though he was cold, right now he’s…worse. I bite the insides of my mouth as I move towards the refrigerator.

Because no matter what amor I search for in my head, I come up empty. My husband could be a liar and it breaks my heart.

"You are the cheater here, stop trying to push that disgusting name to me." He shot back sharply, "You hated him! You had always told me how much you loathe him! He is your father's killer, did you forget that?" "Sometimes, hatred does turn to love. I love my husband so much and I'm happy to be with him," I replied, the smile still plastered on my face. Derek stared at him, confusion boldly written on his face, but that was his problem to deal with and not mine. In a stern voice, I added, "Don't try stopping me whenever you see me. Do I know you, Derek?"