Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

I can't even lift a finger. I must say today is one of my happiest days, seeing my husband is changing his ways towards me, I know to forgive him with take time but I will just enjoy the moments while it lasts. The sound of footsteps shot through my ear, I don't need to look to know who it was. Jawad sat on the couch opposite me with his laptop. Workaholic "Aren't you going to bed, it's quietly late" he said all of a sudden. "I'm not feeling sleepy"

My mom already suspects things. ~ Husband: Good. Maybe she’ll tell you to move in with me. My soul left my body. ~ Me: ARE YOU MAD???? ~ Husband: Yes. About you. I dropped my forehead onto the table and groaned into the wood. Why was he like this? Why did his words feel like they were rewiring the inside of me? I lifted my head slowly, texting the one thing I could manage. ~ Me: I’m going to work out. I’ll see you after.

I can’t seem to shake the man off me no matter how hard I try and with how much I am already going through, I’ve stopped trying. “You didn’t even think about it.” “I don’t have to. I want to be alone, please.” I beg. “I know you are going through so much right now and I want to help. Let me. I promise you’ll feel better when you see what it’s about.” He persuades but even that isn’t enough to convince me. “Don’t you have to be at work?” So much has changed about him in the past months. It’s office hours and the workaholic I know who never had time for anything else including his wife is at my door, begging me to go somewhere with him.

“I’m done. With your lies. Your arrogance. This entire joke of a marriage.” I stepped back, meeting his eyes one last time. “Whether you accept it or not, my marriage to you is over. I'll send the divorce papers to you. Sign them quietly and free me from this sham.”

After what could have been a while of standing there and watching the workaholic do jus job not noticing that someone had slipped into the room, I cleared my throat. He looked up from what he was doing and rubbed his eyes before glancing down at his watch. "Good morning babes. he said . "led shouldn't be i be worried if how much you work and how less you sleep?" I asked as I made my way to the room straight to where he was. I could have imagined how long he spent on his laptop and equivate it to the time he spent doing other things …it was easy to conclude my husband was a workaholic without having to think too much about it.

Think again, loser’ Only that, this was said in my mind, instead, I replied, “Of course not, Alpha Thomas, you are my husband. I dare not reject you. The thing is we had a long day today and I really want to rest, I’m exhausted,” His legs found their way toward me again, and from behind he breathed out, “You can always rest when we are done. You aren’t even the one doing the work, all you have to do is lie there while I do the rest,” I cannot be more disgusted by him. His every word angered me some more.

he said simply. "Well you're not supposed to be working, are you?" "Says who?" he frowned. "Your wife," she said, finally locating the file. "We're meant to be on holiday." "I know that," he said. "But I'm merely utilizing a lapse in the festivities of the holiday to get some work done. You know I can't abandon my work for two whole months." "Of course you can," she said, handing him the file. "You just choose not to."

I could still work here till 8pm. He chuckled, and spoke when he saw me bring mine out, “Okay! That makes the two of us. Workaholics.” And I slept his arms playfully. “Oh, shut up.” I stated, and we bursted out into laughter, till it died down when he brought out a subject that I clearly didn’t know he would. “Is your boyfriend happy with you being a workaholic?” My face went from a smiley one to an absurd one as I quickly gulped and hesitantly tried to reply, but my phone ringing cut through the air.

It wasn’t fair that he always got away with everything just because he acted like a clown. "Right, you are. Well, I know the type of wife you are—the one who goes to bed early and doesn’t question her husband, who works all day to give you everything you need." "Of course! You do whatever you want, and I have to sit here and take it in silence." "Exactly, my love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up early tomorrow." "But you don’t work tomorrow." "Still, I have an important outing."