Romans & histoires Living In A Loveless Marriage

This was a routine; once or twice a week, he makes me sleep in his room when he invites any of his lovers, and the lack of sleep takes its toll on my body for a few days. In the first year, I'd cry endlessly till it was over, my husband had all sorts of lovers, lying on the hard floor, he made me listen to their screams over and over again until it didn't bother me anymore but I still couldn't sleep, he had a way with his lovers that made them scream annoyingly.

My throat tightened as I forced the words out. “I just thought... maybe whatever this was between us would be enough. Or better. Or maybe it would rise above your better instinct.” I let out a shaky breath. “I know I was being delusional. Same way we’re being delusional about my wedding.” I look at him, and he still won’t move. “I can be in a loveless marriage with Jeremy for the rest of my life,” I say, “but I can’t be in a loveless relationship with you for a minute.”

she said softly, “but this isn’t just about me anymore.” Elena exhaled sharply. “I hate this. I hate that he’s forcing your hand.” Isla did too. But hate didn’t change the reality of her situation. --- That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, exhaustion gripping her bones. The air in her tiny apartment felt suffocating, the walls closing in on her with the weight of everything she was about to lose. Was this really her fate? To be trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only saw her as a liability to manage?

Every morning, I wake up hoping for a change, only to be met with the same icy demeanor. For the past year of our marriage, my husband’s possessiveness had grown stifling, his need to control every aspect of my life left me feeling trapped and suffocated. The lack of love was palpable; his touch, once gentle and reassuring, now felt like a shackle. My heart keeps aching for the man I had once known, for the love that had promised to stand the test of time. I felt invisible, my needs and desires are completely overshadowed by his incessant need for dominance. The home that once echoed with laughter and joy now felt like a prison, each room a silent witness to my despair.

“Stop thanking me Amara, I’m only doing what I should.” “Whoever ends up marrying you will be one lucky woman, cause you’ll make a very good husband.” I gulped my wine and had a refill. “I don’t know about that. Maybe some time in the future but for now, I don’t intend to get married, ever.” There was no place for love or a family in my life. My parents already disappointed me, and I didn’t want an innocent child to suffer the same way that I did. I might want to believe I'm better than my parents, but I still had their blood coursing through my veins. I didn’t want to take chances. Men like me were made to be alone for the rest of their lives.

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

Her eyes were full of deep affection, which only made me want to vomit. "Stop deluding yourself. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Don't you already know that?" Perhaps I should have known all along that Celia knew how much I loved her, which was why she deliberately humiliated me. That was why she agreed to marry me in the first place. Perhaps it was to play the game of keeping her legal husband at home while having affairs on the side? However, she should not have been so naive. "Celia, what you should be doing now isn't stopping me, but going back and stopping your parents from killing that guy. After all, I won't be the one arrested if the doctor calls the police."

That certain someone's absence pained me . Do this marriage means nothing to him . Every couples in the entire universe fight then compromise and live together . Alas ! We don't even share a common bed room . No we don't even talk . His lips don't bowed in a smile seeing my face . I wonder why I agreed to marry him . Clearly it was a loveless marriage . Do I have a family ? . Where are my relatives . And why the fuck the mansion don't have any internet . It was hell boring here . I felt trapped and caged . Lone tears escaped my eyes . I don't want to live like this. I don't know when I cried off to sleep .

“I may have eventually falen in love with your father but I spent a few years in a loveless marriage and believe me it was not fun.” Those were her words. She didn’t want me to have to live in a loveless marriage. But the biggest problem was turning out to be that it might not be a loveless marriage after all.

he says as he starts to walk away. “Bye babies” I call out “I love you”, “Bye Mummy” they shout back. I wave to the children and close the door. As if he suggested I get back with him, so I don’t have to miss my babies. What sort of life would that even be? Living in a loveless marriage without trust. He is completely deluded. *