My Husband Has Become A Grumpy Old Man Novels & Stories

“When you see it, you will know. It’s important that you bring it to me. It will go a long way to help us both, sweets” Okay, that gave me the ick. How dare he address me as sweets? Before I could think of a response, Gramps sat back at the table, “Come on, I’m sure the meat is properly cooked now” he called out to my husband.

"I’ll make sure of it." Tommy sighed while taking a long swig of beer directly from the bottle. "You’ve been engaged to Georgia for years. Five years of social events and business mergers. Why is it only now that you’ve decided you can’t go through with it?" Apollo stared at the swirling amber liquid in his glass. He wondered why he was doing this now. Perhaps he had finally reached his breaking point. He had grown up in the cold shadow of his parents' arranged marriage. It was a union built on contracts rather than affection. He had spent his childhood watching his mother wither away in a gilded cage. He wanted something else.

"How's the old man?" "Grumpy like always, still a big softie in the inside," I replied casually and he nodded in agreement. "How's your wife uncle?" "She's . . . good. She still misses those little, naughty brats that used to fool her for more ice cream," he said wistfully. "I'll bring them around to the dairy, I sure will," I promised and he laughed, shaking his head. "That's kind of you JJ." He carried the flowers in his arms with a lasting smile. Just as he walked out, a familiar tall figure with sparkling sea-coloured eyes and tousled mushroom brown coloured hair lumbered inside. I suppressed a girlish squeal and rushed towards to him.

, my forty-five years old husband barks in his irritating voice as I groom myself in front of the mirror, taking a final look at myself with a smile of pride. Every time I look at myself, I feel proud to have the charm and body that I maintained in my thirties and to have two boys. Such a good fortune of my old unattractive husband! That's the only thing I regret when I look at myself. "Thea! I'm talking to you", John barks again. Even though his voice is calm and composed, I find it irritating as hell. Checking myself out in the blue elegant sundress with my boobs and ass peeking perfectly out, I chuckle again.

“What are you doing with your father’s inheritance?” “Didn’t you leave already?” I fought to remain calm as I put the envelope back into the safe. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my face with both hands and eyes full of concern. “Something feels off with you today. Are you unwell?” His brown eyes were utterly devoted. If I had not seen his marriage records myself, I would have believed that he was still the man who held the umbrella for me on those rainy nights. “I don’t want to take in those two kids. Let’s raise our own baby instead, can we?”

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

I look over and see an elderly man in a wheelchair by the fireplace, watching us. Luke sighs, pushing a hand through his hair, then crosses his arms. “And I’ve told you countless times not to wait up for me, old man. I’m not your wife.” “True enough,” the man says, grinning. “She had more hair and a lot less attitude.” He shifts in his chair. “This house is eerie as hell at night.” “You wouldn’t have to deal with it if you stayed at the group home like I suggested,” Luke counters.

For the past few days, the only thing he had been looking forward to was Stacy's usual scheduled morning malls as a reminder. It always had the same context; Hi. It's Doctor Stacy here. Five sit-ups per day before you get out of bed. "When are you getting another wife, Carlton?" The old man's grumpy voice sounded from the other side of the phone. "I do not think I am ready to talk about this," Carlton answered coldly with a big frown that suddenly etched upon his face, hating the fact that the old man decided to ruin his morning with the issue he disliked talking about.

“Guess your legs don’t hurt anymore, they are stronger now,” I said “Of course, I’m so sorry for what happened to your arm, but I must confess that it’s your fault this kind of shit happened” he lamented “I know, and because of this, my wife wouldn’t talk to me for three minutes without reminding me of my foolish action and how I haven’t succeeded in getting a child” I complained bitterly “About that actually, I and Father spoke yesterday evening and the old man was so upset about you, he said he’s getting old and needs to see his grandson or granddaughter before he joins his ancestors,” he said

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."