Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

Dad continued and I smiled at him not knowing how to reply. He knows well that I didn’t want to be with businessmen who are workaholics because of how busy they are just like how my Dad is and we couldn’t reach Mom because of his work and… I shook my head. I know that if my Mom’s incident has to happen then it would have no matter what my Dad’s profession is but I got an excuse to vent and I did for more than a decade. After knowing that my eversion over this workaholism is wrong, I still can’t accept it. However, I am trying my best right now for Nitish.

His world became different. He went from being hard-working to workaholic. From being simple to being too boring. He can't even have time to simply ask me how I am or what I am doing because of his job. I can feel that he has dedicated his life for this one. Our married life has been highly impacted by his being 'too dedicated' at work. Now, I am facing the mirror again. Looking stunning and regal. I even smiled as I realized I can still be this beautiful. I took time to put some make-up on and I am so happy to see great results.

I was meant to make powerful men envy him, and social climbers notice him. Nothing I did or felt mattered so long as he was satisfied. So what if I broke down? So what if I was unhappy? None of this was about me. My fists clenched, my arms shook. “If you go to her right now, our marriage will be over.” I warned in a stern voice, “I can’t keep doing this.” “What are you talking about?” He looked annoyed, “There’s a crisis at work.” “Your marriage is in crisis, Jacob.” I snapped.

A sigh escaped my lips, fogging the window slightly before dissipating. "My husband is busy with work as usual," I began. "For him, his career always comes before everything and everyone else. I don't think I even occupy a place on his list of priorities anymore, but I don't really care about that anyway." I disclosed far more than I expected to this virtual stranger. However, I had no regrets. "He doesn't know my feet are injured and I can barely walk. It's not like he'd notice anyway," I added bitterly, immediately regretting the harshness of my tone.

I clicked it open and saw that it was from Hazel and it read, "Good morning, wifey. I'm sorry I was too zealous last night. I didn't want to wake you up because I knew you were still exhausted from our activities. I had to run to the office because something came up. If you need me to get anything for you on my way back, do not hesitate to tell me. I'll see you later. I love you." "I love you too," I whispered happily. "You workaholic! How could you just run off?" "Should I pay him a visit at his office?" I wondered. I shook my head, "No, Miranda, give your husband space to breathe." I had no desire to meet with the wolves in my house but in the end, it was my house and I could not hide.

"Fine, bossy wife." I smirked when he crawled into the bed and lay beside me. I caressed his hair and face. "Can you lessen being a workaholic? You are becoming addicted to your job." "I have to, Ana. I am nothing to rely on." he sleepily said. "Remember Caleb, I am here. I am more than willing to help you and cheer for you whenever you're down." He flaunts a smile. I lower my head and kiss him on his lips. "Sleep now, love."

This was because after we had a return back to work and the redemption of everything he barely looked at me and he would insist that every single thing was sent by email if we needed to talk it was true intercom it was when I remembered this that I realized that letter I had written for him and I will have to transfer it into an email. I sighed deeply looking at the work that was now laid out for me but then I reminded myself that this job that I had given myself was nothing compared to having to see my husband intentionally ignoring me I wanted was to have some kind of space when we work that differentiated of other couple but I didn't want this much gap between the two of us.

Really I can even skip lunch because of my working habits. And actually, Peter, my husband, works a lot too. That makes the two of us absolute workaholics! He is a business manager in a very big corporation, and he comes back home late evening when I usually have the time to cook him a nice dinner. I earn a lot of money, so, instead of spending my time cooking many complicated dishes, I usually go to restaurants or order online to eat what I like! Simple pleasures of life.

He suggested and I knew I'd have to clean up too so I don't feel uncomfortable. Mrs Whitmore brought his meal but he'd refused to touch it as he kept himself busy with his Laptop. “Can you take a break for once?” I snatched the laptop away from him and turned it off before placing it on the coffee table. “I need to work. I've got some important documents that need my attention.” he said in between gritted teeth. “We literally just got back from our honeymoon. I'm afraid your work would have to wait, Mr workaholic.” I sternly said and he heaved a sigh. “I have a meeting in 30 minutes, Valerie.” He emphasized.

Kane is too strong to be shaken like that, because I've tried it before. Flash back That day was Saturday, the day when we were both off work and just spent the whole day rolling on the bed. Actually, I was the only one rolling on the bed, while my husband, he was drowning himself in his study with all the files that I don't know what, and I don't want to know. I walked into his study with a sneak peek from behind the door of his room. It turned out that he was indeed working on his piled office assignments. Ahh, he is indeed a man who is very rigid and too workaholic. Once in a while I have to drag him out and see the beauty of the world out there. At the very least, he should get a little