My Marriage Makes Me Feel Dead Inside Novels & Stories

Chemistry wasn’t something you measured in sparks—it was measured in how it made your brain short-circuit while your heart did gymnastics. “Us,” he repeated, that single word heavy with unspoken truths. “Ivy, we’re officially married. And somehow… I feel like we’re already in too deep to ever untangle. And I like it.” I laughed, nervous, breathless. “You’re terrible.” “And yet,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk, “you married me anyway.”

"She needs to change hospitals. Private treatment. But El, we can't pay for it. I've already borrowed money from everybody I can. I just… I didn't know who else to turn to." Elira bit the inside of her cheek hard. “I’ll figure something out.” “You always say that.” This time, Elira didn’t promise. She hung up, heart aching. No tears. There was no time for that anymore. She stared at the envelope again. Marriage of convenience. One year. No intimacy. No obligations beyond appearances. Full medical expense coverage. Her conscience screamed. But the math was too loud. --- The next morning, Elira didn’t go to work.

Chapter 23 “What you see in me is what you don't see... And what you don't is what I am.” - Omesh Crasher. Jordan POV I'd always imagined marriage as nothing but an impediment. Waking up next to somebody for the rest of your days, put up with their shit and temper tantrums. whenever I tried to broaden the aspect, I would see the little shit machines that were going to be neglected when the going gets tough. Literally, everything that would have me running for my life.

I know I am at my breaking point. I really can't take any more physical pain, much less the mental anguish I've been put through. I'm finished with this charade that is my marriage. He doesn't want me, and I sure as fuck don't want him. He's made it clear I'm just an object, a possession, like his Harley, but I'm a person, and I have feelings, and I fucking matter. So, I revel in every ache and every pain in my body. I want to feel it, I want it to remind me that I'm alive, I survived, and I was strong.

"The loss affected you deeply." I looked at her longer then I asked the question sitting inside me for weeks. "Why do I feel married?" The words left before I though about it and Maya went still but I kept going because now I was angry. "I wake up feeling like somebody belongs beside me." My throat tightened. "I dream about sharing a bed." I swallowed. "I remember holding a baby." The pressure behind my eyes became unbearable. "And every morning I wake up with grief." Maya stood slowly. "Ethan—"

" Can't you work remotely?" " What about you? With this new position, I am going to work harder than before and work is going to take up more of your time and I'm going to feel lonely again. It's going to be like the first couple of years of marriage which I don't want to go through again. " "Do you regret ever marrying me ? " ©#KCMmuoe

I might come off as strong and uncaring but deep down, I’m broken. When I got married to Henry two years ago, I was so in love that I never imagined a day would come when we would separate on such messy terms. I was so stupid, and now I have to pay the price. My son is gone, my marriage is gone and all that’s left is this hollow emptiness in my chest that only gets wider by the second. I shake my head and push the door open without wasting any more time. When I step into the huge, luxuriously furnished office, it’s empty.

Not enough to walk away from Jackson, but she loves me and right now, that is comforting. I can still hear her screams, her cries of pain as my life slips away. I wish I could tell her that I would be fine. I can’t, though, slowly the darkness creeps over me, and my mind flies back to the past, to before I met her, and before all this had begun. Why Don't I feel like I am dying, just dreaming of the past? *Now* “Marcus.” Turning, I face my wife, beautiful as ever. We have been married for nearly ten years, but I always want more, and she knows it, so we agreed we would keep our relationship open. It comes with its difficulties, but we make it work.

Not when the sound of her voice made my heart beat faster, whether from anger, frustration, or something I wasn’t ready to admit. I sighed. “This wedding is going to kill me,” I muttered. Mike laughed darkly. “No. It’s going to make you alive.”

“You’re a man. It’s strange how fast time passes.” There was a softness in her voice that made my chest tighten. I set my glass down and stepped a little closer. “You seem different too,” I said carefully. “More… peaceful, maybe. But also a little sad sometimes.” She looked surprised by my honesty. For a second, she glanced away, then back at me. “Being married to someone who’s always working… it can get lonely,” she admitted quietly. “I love my husband. He’s a good man. But sometimes the house feels too big. Too quiet.”