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

My husband is wiping the blood gushing out of his nose himself. I rush over to my husband to clean his face, “Don't,” he stops me, “You've picked sides, I've been stupid all these years, wasting my energy on a woman who doesn't give a shit about me, it's fine. I think I know the truth for myself now, Mom was right, we should get a Divorce, I can't be with someone that pretends to love me,” I want to protest, tell him I'm sorry, tell him the reason for my actions, tell him I don't want to Divorce, tell him that I'm not my father, but he walks away before any of it even leaves my mouth, leaving me heartbroken.

“Why? I said that I don't love you.” “Oh, I hate you too, my husband.”

It was so frustrating, but I couldn’t say anything or we’d just end up arguing again, like we had been doing for the past few months. I was startled and quickly looked away when he cursed loudly and pulled away from me. I rolled to the other side of the bed because I couldn’t take what he was doing anymore. Sometimes he would even force me, and I’d only agree because he’s my husband and I wanted to make him happy. But if this is what it’s going to be like, it’s better I keep my distance.

The me from a week ago would be horrified by the things I let my husband do to me and the way I let him speak to me as he did them. “I didn't know you had it in you, Ava”, Kat says teasingly. A blush creeps up my face and I take a bite from my cone, hoping the coolness can soothe the warmth spreading across my face. It doesn't. “So what now? You don't hate him anymore?” “Of course I do” Nikolai will always be the subject of my hatred for as long as he intended to kill my husband. “But…” “But I can't deny that I'm also very, very much attracted to him.”

SYLVIA’S POV It had been three days since I told my husband I hated him. Three days since he walked out and didn’t come back. Three days of rotting in my sheets, surviving off dry cereal and shame, ignoring every knock, ping, and ring. I hadn't showered. I hadn't cried. I just… existed. Barely. “You need to see him, Sylvia! You're going to lose your marriage if you keep acting like this! You haven’t bathed in three damn days! You stink!”

Out of mind, out of sight. I part my lips to apologize and thank him for yesterday, but before I can get a word out, he walks away. Embarrassment pours into my veins, filling every inch of me as I close my mouth, staring at the empty space and inhaling his minty, musky scent. Now, it’s not lost on me that my husband hates me, and though he was cold, right now he’s…worse. I bite the insides of my mouth as I move towards the refrigerator.

I shifted uncomfortably on my pained derrière. "You left me no choice." All traces of vanity departs his voice, replaced by severeness. "I'm your husband, do not disobey me." I swallow hard, as my vision begins pooling with tears again, my gaze downcast and hidden from him. I hate you. He strides away in the direction of the kitchen. "I'll make you some soup, stay put... don't try anything foolish while I'm gone."

Her voice held a hint of sarcasm. A wave of sadness pangged my being. Xavier hated me so much, he would rather leave something very important than be seen with me. My head dropped in shame and humiliation. I took everything in me not to break down into tears. Is my relationship with my husband ever going to change? Am I hoping too much?

The Maxton I knew was back; the one I was married to, that made me fear the existence of men. He barely ate the food I prepared with a lot of hope, prayer and my whole heart. All he did was play with it and smiled stupidly while staring at his phone. …Father, I tried my best! I tried to win him over. Tried to do the dirtiest thing couples do, but he wouldn't oblige. Why does he hate me so much!? Why was he still staying with me and hasn't even said a nice word to me!? What was my mistake!? My vision was getting blurry, tears trickled down my face as I watched the beast come on top of me… At last, he has succumbed to my will. However, I am now so powerless, like a wounded lion.

she yelled angrily as he put away the photos. "I don't know! You suddenly became so annoying. Want to know the truth? The only thing I want is her, to touch her. That feeling of frustration consumes me all the time. You knew I loved her, but you were happy because my father disapproved of her. I was just an obedient dog." "You used to say you loved me..." "I know!" he asserted angrily, "but I can't deal with the frustration." "And how do I deal with the frustration of my husband not touching me or even kissing me?"