Mengapa Suamiku Jarang Menyentuhku Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't want to talk, my body craves for the touch of a man. “I'd prefer we just stay here, in bed.” I put my arm around him, trying to pull him back into the bed but he resisted. “Why does everything have to be about sex? Can't a husband and his wife just spend time without making love?” Jamie asked and his question got under my skin. It was annoying in every single way.

Now it feels like I have become somewhat of an absent mother myself. Don’t even get me started on the fact that I barely even see my husband anymore. When I wake up during the night, he’s there holding me and yet when I wake up the following morning, he’s left. I don’t remember the last time we kissed, much less made love. I don’t recall the last time he’s touched me…or told me he loved me. Ugh, how did we become such a generic couple? From our whirlwind romance to this… it seems almost criminal to let our love pass us by.

That someone suddenly pulled me towards him and I crashed on his hard chest, I know that someone is none other than my husband, I can feel his touch which I will never forget in my life. He hugged me tightly making me not move from his arms but I tried wriggling in his arms, his grip on me is tighten making me groan in frustration. "Don't try darling my grip will become more firm. Why are you avoiding me baby?" he asked me. I don't want to answer this question because I missed him this past week, he didn't have little time for me, I understand he is busy. But can't he give me some time? "Why are you not meeting my eyes?" I can imagine his frown.

I honestly think that he is never going to touch me again; he is stubborn that way. We are back to where he cannot say that he loves me; just this time, he cannot touch me as well. How can he want to kiss me but not touch me? Makes no sense? There are days that I wonder what I am fighting for; it feels like nothing at all; our relationship must have just been doomed from the start. I feel like I am his prize locked up in a room. I must do as he says and not ask for anything in return. I don't know what to think about us anymore

Why should he have those at home? I turned my gaze to the man who was sleeping next to me. There's another thing that was unusual now that I think about it. We've never made Love. We've only kissed. And I believe that this was because he was always tired. We've never had an intimate moment that could lead us into doing more. And if I can remember clearly, the only time I remembered that we could have actually had sex, he stopped me and that was also because he had been truly busy. What's going on? What am I missing? My head was messed up with so many strange thoughts, and yet, I couldn't tell what was truly wrong with me.

' I can feel it. If I dared to turn around, I might just see how close he is and that makes me nervous all of a sudden. I tense up when I feel his hand on my arm again. 'Why is he so touchy?' " You should stop looking for things that don't exist." I reach out for the door handle, but his hand stops me. " Liam- let me leave." Unintentionally, my words come out softly. " No." " Liam-------" " I am your husband."

“Lucien… I am not that kind of person.” “I would not ignore you if you died.” “You are my husband, even if things between us were never good. I never treated you badly, did I?” She paused briefly. “I married you because of my grandfather. That part was not about love. And maybe I was wrong for not being able to love you.” “That is why I kept my distance. I did not want to give you false hope.” “But you always did things I could not accept. Things that only made everything worse.” Her fingers tightened slightly on her cup.

“Why didn’t you?” “Because if I touched you, I’d want more. And the pain was too much. The embarrassment of not being able to make love to you messed with my head. The feeling of being less and thinking that was all I would ever be now. I felt powerless and lost.” “Christian,” she sighed. “You can’t keep all those things from me. I’m your wife. I want to be there for you. We need to talk about these things and work them out together.”

His hands snaked around my body, caging me in his arms. The main root was- he ignored me for the past three days. No man should do this to their sick woman. And I feel so pathetic for craving his attention. It aches my heart that he hasn't even spared me a smile in the last three days. If I sound clingy, I don't care. I had the right to be mad at my husband.

He is mostly tired, but I wish he would spend time with me also. Most of all, he hasn't even touched me, which is much more frustrating. He comes home every night when I'm asleep and leaves before I wake up. Sometimes I see him for a few hours, but no matter how many times I have tried to see him, he always denies me, and now it is starting to piss me off.