Novel & Cerita My Husband Is An Antisocial Count

But why speak in riddles if his intentions are pure or genuine? He said that I should quit letting a sadistic vampire suck the blood out of me and go flaunting it's opulence and masculinity in every social media platform. I do not need to be smart to figure out that he wasn't talking about vampires. They do not exist. But there are human vampires. People that drain the life out of those that choose to care for them. I have always been supportive of my husband and there is no denying that foolish pride is one of his worst traits. He does flaunt his masculinity on his social media platforms even when he is penniless.

[Charlotte] Andy never knew when to shut up. Not when we were dating, not after we were married, and certainly not after we started our divorce. He loves arguing and hates being told what to do, especially by people in positions of authority. I could guess after some complex reasoning, such as his need to be seen and heard, or his desire based on some misguided childhood, but my theory is that his inability to stop talking has more to do with him being a narcissistic asshole.

She hissed at him. "I know but babe you-" "Just go away! I swear, I hate you" she whined like a baby but her husband never act like someone whose wife just made a complaint. I stood there watching the scene taking place right in front of me. I swear, no one would ever think of this, not in anyone's wildest dream would you think these people could have such a personality. I mean, they're all good-looking people and well-respected in society. Not only that, people always see them as the serious type, they never smile in public or do anything close to that. It's all about business, business, and business! That's what people know them to be but, seeing them acting like this right now, still amaz

Peter knew I was dodging his calls, so he blew up my phone with texts. Like we were back in the honeymoon phase or something—nonstop chatter. Then he got desperate. Started showing up at Aunt Sophia's with gifts, swearing he'd changed, begging her and Uncle Arthur to talk me out of the divorce. Too bad for him, Aunt Sophia never liked the guy. If I hadn't been tied up with him, I'd have moved to Hampsburg ages ago. She shut him down hard.

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

"Especially his wife." "He has a wife?" Myla said in shock. Hayden gripped the back of Jared’s chair so hard his knuckles turned white. "He believed his wife was being 'tainted' because she was in the military? Because she worked around men?" "It’s a classic restrictive authority complex," Jared said, leaning back. "He couldn't control the environment, so he saw every man as a threat to his 'purity' over her. He wasn't just aggressive; he was obsessive. He treated his wife like a holy relic that everyone was trying to touch."

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

He planned this date to every detail, knowing it would set the bar on how things between us will proceed. “They call it antisocial personality disorder in adulthood. It means I don’t have the right emotional responses to certain things and have a lot of bad behaviours I don’t see as wrong. Kind of a good fit for what I do, so it’s hard to help it when it makes me good at what I am.” He’s back to factual, maybe this topic is easier for him to explain because it's less personal. He’s explaining a condition and not divulging the wounds his mother inflicted.

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, he was still so good-looking, his aura, elegant. When he saw me, his eyes darkened. My fist clenched and I reminded myself not to appear weak in front of him. I guess we were back on the hating game. This time, I needed to hate him too so I could finally move on from him. “Long time no see, my husband.”I teased, sarcastically. He glared at me. “Don’t call me that.” And then he looked sideways. I followed the direction of his eyes to see the woman dressed in a white dress walk slowly to stand beside him.