Romans & histoires My Husband Hates Me But Won't Leave

"Months ago, you were so head over heels in love with him. You were ready to jump up to the sky for him. Infact, you went against your mother and I for him. Didn't you? And now, you don't just care?! Well Mira, if you must know, love don't just come and go. You can't just love somebody one minute and hate them another minute. Do you know how hard I tried hating your mother for everything that transpired between us? I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't. The love was literally driving me insane. Do you really think it's that easy to unlove someone?" "Yes." "Mira!" "Dad, please, enough!" I said and stood up to face him. "Enough, okay?! I just can't...I can't take this anymor

Can you get through your day without seeing me at all? The man shakes his head again. "Can you see me with other men, live happily, and have children that..." He quickly leans up his head staring at his wife "ENOUGH!!" he then pulls Elliona in his arms. "Don't go on with those hurtful words. I hate it" he said, hugging Elliona strongly. Elliona sings in her husband's arms. "Tsk, if you hate it why did you tell me to leave? you are stupid" she swears at her husband.

I felt like puking as I felt his touch. This man, who is my husband disgusts me to my core. "Why are you doing this?" My eyes filled with tears immediately. Has he not hurt me enough? Does he hate me? I know he doesn't, he claims that he loves me in his own sick twisted manner. "I never meant to hurt you Emilia. I have always taken care of this thing. I have always taken care of you. But lately you have been pushing my buttons. I am a patient man, but you made me lose my patience. I worked hard all these years after seeing you so that one day when we get married I can provide for you. Fulfill every demand that you have and provide you a luxurious lifestyle. But just the thought of you being

His fingers gripped my arm. "What are you planning to do again this time?" I complained. Did you forget that I have a responsibility to you? I am your HUSBAND, "he claimed. Yes. I know that you are my husband, but I think you forgot that I am your wife. You should respect my feelings, but...--it doesn’t matter to me. I will satisfy my parents with this marriage, but once they are happy, I will slowly break it and leave you. I don’t want to stay with you and I don’t want my feelings for you to grow, so I will not plan to leave.

She yells at him as more tears stream down her cheeks. "Alicia..." He pauses and bites his lip as the tears he has been fighting back finally escape his eyes. He wants to tell her everything that happened then, he wants to tell her that it was never his fault that he had to leave, he wants to tell her what made him leave, but will it change anything? Will it change the fact that she hates him now? "My husband is going to leave me now because of you... He is going to divorce me because of you! Are you happy now? Do you think you will ever have a chance with me even if..."

I felt invincible. Still, I hated him, more than ever. I took a step away. "I watched you grow up," I said. "You watched me. You know I always speak my mind. How can I be your wife if I hate you so? Why would you want a wife like me?" He spoke seriously. "I have wanted you for years now." I turned my back on him. "If you want me so, it must mean you care about me. And if you care about me, then leave this place. Go away and don't come back. I am happy with my life."

“ But please, let it be after my parents get the company back on its feet. I know this is selfish to ask.” His jaw ticked, his eyes flashed with anger. “ I told you not to expect divorce from me.” “ But we can't live together forever with this kind of hatred!” She fumed, chest rising and falling fast. “ I don't want to be in that kind of marriage. Where the husband hates the wife this..” “ I said I don't hate you.” “ You do! And it shows clearly that..” “ I resent you.” He cut in, breath uneven, eyes blazing hot with fist clenching and unclenching hard by his sides.

I am extremely pathetic. Do I need to describe how pathetic I am in words too? "Winston, I am leaving you if you can't be honest with me." "W-what?" It startled me to hear she could leave me for that reason. "I thought you loved me?" I asked weakly. "I love you, but that doesn't mean I will always tolerate you. Neglecting our son is not right. Hiding things from me even in this situation is not right either. We are husband and wife. Are we supposed to be on good terms in bed and not in life?"

“Don’t call me husband. Don’t call me partner. Just let me be there. Let me prove that I can love you without hurting you.” Her voice finally came out, fragile. “What if I never heal?” “Then I’ll sit beside you while you don’t,” he answered immediately. “What if I flinch every time?” “Then I’ll keep my distance and wait.” “What if I can’t give you what you need?” He shook his head slowly. “You already give me what I need,” he said. “You gave me Ethan. You gave me the chance to become a better man. You gave me love once when I didn’t even understand how to value it.”

I love her more than anything. My husband is really made of brick—no emotions, no feelings, no human decency. It feels so suffocating inside, and I don't know when he will be back. It's only afternoon. I planted my face in the pillow and groaned in annoyance. I hate him...I hate that grumpy old husband of mine. Ughhhhhhhhh. I need to get out of this room, or I will go crazy for fucking sure. I get it that I am from a poor family, but that doesn't mean he can insult me like this.