Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

Then he rested his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes, his warm breath fanning my face. "We're having a party tonight. Why don't you come down?" He mumbled. "You need to get your head out of work sometimes, you know?" "Says the man who's slowly turning into a workaholic while his wife stays yearning for him to come back home," I said back at him. He kissed my lips for a brief second, "I'm sorry, my love. I've got to do better." His tone was quite apologetic, flooded with sincerity.

He was a tip-top guy with his hours set that she wondered if he ever thought of her, even for a second. But what her mother-in-law said was true, her husband was a workaholic man married to his work. Even on weekends, Richard never skipped the pressure of piles of papers and every time she encountered him for a little fraction of a second, he was always on some or other business calls. This was the first time she saw someone so engaged with their business but Lilian couldn't help but worry for the health of this busy man.

Her pov... "Are you listening to me " I asked him who was enjoying his tea looking at the files . We were in the room sitting on the coach . While he was working on his laptop , I was building my courage to ask him the thing I always wanted to ask . " sorry I didn't heard you ...say that again " he said while his full concentration was on the files and the laptop placed on the tea table . I rolled my eyes in annoyance as he always prioritize work over anything , disadvantages of marrying a workaholic .

We couldn’t afford to let our guard down, not even for a second. Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I didn’t bother to look up when I heard someone enter. Honestly, I was a bit irritated. I couldn't stand being interrupted while going through essential documents, and it was even worse when the ones disturbing me were my parents. "I never imagined my son would turn into such a workaholic the moment he became Alpha," my mother said, standing in front of my desk and letting out an exasperated sigh. "Mom, it's still early in the evening. I'll be home once I'm done," I said without looking up, my focus entirely on the lengthy, frustrating paperwork in front of me.

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

I was crazy horny, and I couldn't wait for my husband to get home and for us to get the kids in bed. After we had dinner, got the kids to bed, and cleaned up the kitchen, my husband needed to step out to finish off the day's work. He said he'd be out for about an hour, so I decided to take a hot shower and clear my head. I really needed to talk about everything with my husband, but I didn't want him to feel bad or upset that I was out looking for work. I didn't want him to feel like he wasn't a success and that he couldn't provide for us. I also didn't want him to freak out about the email I had received from "Michael."

And Martin? Martin made ignoring it impossible. I’d been married to my husband for almost a year when everything really started. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband. I did. But marriage wasn’t quite what I’d imagined it would be. My husband was a workaholic. The kind of man who was always leaving for another business trip, staying late at the office, answering emails during dinner, or disappearing into work on weekends when I wanted him home with me. Whenever I complained, he always gave me the same explanation.

I'm trying really hard not to log on my blog website to resume work but I'm on my honeymoon I suppose to not work and for awhile I need to enjoy my husband. which I do enjoy my husband I'm just a work alcoholic I close the laptop put it away back in my bag then went to the living to watch TV. I was done working out got some water from the refrigerator and look around for my wife I found her in the living sleep she looks absolutely beautiful as always I kiss her lips . She did not move she must be tired for being on the go and from all the love making we doing I can't get enough of her. I hope maybe we will get pregnant again I really want children with Maria I pray everything works out this

“You need to find yourself. All you do is take care of others. Ellie is always neglected. My wife…she’s precious and should be cared for. I want you to focus on Ellie. Find a hobby or anything to bring you happiness. You can go back to school. Your brother once told me you wanted to become a teacher. Why don’t you do that? We have plenty of money. I will pay.” “Max, I already worked hard to become an accountant. I don’t want to go back to school and I don’t want to quit my job yet. Once my internship is up, we can discuss me not working. But for now, lets focus on you.” “No. No. I’m not a selfish asshole.” Max says in a slurred voice. “I don’t think you are. You are my sweet, amazing husband

"You know I love this job so much that I'm willing to spend my entire life doing it non-stop till I decide to retire." He says. "You are seriously a workaholic. All I wanted was to spend time with you alone. It's been some time since we went for a date." "Hey! You are a workaholic too. There were a couple of times I asked you to go out with me and you were the one who said you have Alpha duties and you are busy." I said. He says. "But that was different. Now I don't have any duties to do and all I want now is to lie in bed with you every minute to spend time with you."