My Divorced Crybaby Novels & Stories

The divorce, her stress at work, and her worry about the spy. "I did not know this would happen." She said and her mouth tugged down in a frown and she looked devastated and about to cry. "I really don't know, I thought we used a pull out method... " well, I guess you two, did not." I interfere. This explains why she's crying like a child over the divorce paper she received. I know Anica, she's not as a crybaby as that. She doesn't cry about heartbreaks, especially if people can see her- she does not want to appear weak in love.

Dane frowns at me, lowers his hands, and exhales heavily. “I am way too drunk for this shit.” “You’re such a typical man. I don’t even know why I thought you would do anything about this… or care. You probably want them to divorce, right? Another excuse to celebrate?” I turn on my heel and storm to my bed before throwing myself on it and hitting the third breakdown of my evening. Just the thought of it and the word divorce has me sobbing into my comforter and breaking my heart as memories of the past overwhelm me. I’m suddenly a fragile mess who cannot control tears because they have been bottled up for so long.

“Before I forget, don’t you dare allow your husband to divorce you or you will regret it for the rest of your life? I will not stay still, daughter. I will make sure you pay for ruining my beautiful dream for you.” Since when did she have a dream for me? It was only for her and Dad. Before I could answer, the line went dead. I stared at my phone for a few moments until I realized hot tears were rolling down my cheeks. In annoyance, I wiped the tears from my eyes. I had become a crybaby when I married Everette. I could handle my emotions well when he did not enter my life, but now, crying seemed so easy for me. It's not your fault to have a heartless mother.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

“Please tell me you picked the lock and saved the day.” “No. I bribed the sommelier with front-row Beyoncé tickets. Got the bride out in fifteen minutes.” He stared at her, mock-incredulous. “You’re insane. I love it.” She rolled her eyes, sipping from her glass. “Tell me about you then, Mr. Puffer Jacket. Why is someone like you single? Please don’t say you’re emotionally unavailable.” “I’m divorced,” he said, casually. “Two years now. We were better as co-parents than lovers.”

"Cut the chase darling, it's obvious you were thinking again. I totally understand, and it's normal. You just got a divorce, just stop hiding or probably tell lies to cover up. You have been with him for more than ten years of your life, it's not gonna be an easy task. But you are gonna scale through, trust me. With baby steps you are gonna scale through real quick." "Mary… i .." I shuttered. "I totally understand dear, I do. It's hard, especially when he keeps acting like an asshole." I sniffed, swirled the steering then parked to the roadside. "Hey. You can let it all out, Crying does not make one weak, it's just a time for our emotional break. And what does not kill you, makes you stronge

Maybe Marcus had finally decided to explain. My hands trembled as I opened it. My world stopped. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. My body felt as though ice water had been poured through my veins. My eyes blurred as I read the words again and again, praying they would change. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t an apology. It was a divorce letter. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Tears streamed freely as I stumbled into the living room, fumbling through my bag for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I emptied everything onto the floor just to find it.

The second he realized I was serious, his eyes went red. "Sandra, we've been married eight years. I've given you everything you ever wanted. You drove away nine secretaries, and I never said a word. I thought you were just being emotional. But divorce? How can you do this to me?" He looked wrecked. Eric had those unfairly pretty eyes. Right now they were bloodshot, full of what looked like heartbreak as he stared at me. Everyone around us immediately looked at him with sympathy. Ivy, one of the longtime employees and one of my friends, rushed over.

I had a shoot scheduled on the day that we were supposed to process the divorce agreement, so I arrived at the courthouse a few minutes late. Elena had bombarded my phone with a barrage of messages. Her tone was both insulting and smug. "Don't tell me that you changed your mind about getting a divorce, Thomas? I knew that you wouldn't leave me. You love me so much. How could you bear to leave my side?" She stared at me in disbelief when I appeared before her. I had finally seen Elena for who she truly was during this period of time. She was an utterly despicable person. She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while

My father's cough started just then, he must have choked on his spittle but Dominik didn't take it slow, he applied more force till Matteo was basically crying like a baby, unable to say a word. “I'll get it! I'll get it!" Bianca let out a high pitched scream and Dominik paused his torture. “Really? I was just about to make him infertile." He looked towards me with a tilt of his head, his eyes were crinkled and this was a bold evidence that he was smiling. “Go have a seat Baby, you'd sign the divorce papers soon and we'd get out of here.” He sounded so innocent and I had goosebumps lining my skin.