No Affection In Marriage Novels & Stories

"Alright." "Do you like me?" "No," I said bluntly. "I have no feelings of affection for you" She nodded slowly, as if she'd expected that answer. "I can live with that." "You can?" I said surprised. "My parents married without falling in love," Isabella explained, her voice steady. "They built something over time. Respect, partnership, eventually affection. As long as you're committed to trying, we can make this work too." "If you had to choose between me and Aurora, who would you pick?"

“As if those things are enough.” “I’ve never lacked options,” I continued, setting the scroll aside. “I just… never saw the point. Marriage in packs like ours isn’t about affection. It’s duty. Strategy. An arrangement signed in blood and expectations.” “And that repels you?” she asked. “It exhausts me,” I answered honestly. “I’ve spent most of my life cleaning after other people’s messes. Making sure everyone else survives. Somewhere along the way, I decided I didn’t want another obligation wearing a smile.”

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

Love needed time. “Marriage is a grave decision, Aaron. You cannot take it lightly,” Rose said. “I know. I do not care what people say if I marry my own secretary.” “This is not about our status,” Rose replied with a bittersweet smile. “It is about our feelings, which are still not clear.” Aaron exhaled sharply. “I am very clear about my feelings. You are the uncertain one.” His slightly childish reaction almost made Rose laugh. Seeing a workaholic who had never cared about romance suddenly act like this was oddly endearing.

"I'm not dating anyone, I honestly am not, honestly, and, I'm just interested in living my life, and not getting any of pregnancy, except you of course when it's appropriate, I can't have a child with the wrong woman, so no I'm not sleeping around, if that's what you're thinking, it has to be you of course. Now, this marriage from the beginning has been a contract between our both parents, you get all your benefits, all of them, and I don't know what ours is but I honestly don't really give a fuck, okay. We can't have that emotional connection, I don't, I don't fall in love, that'd like, impossible. I'll treat you better, I promise, I guess I'm being a jerk, I'll get to be your friend but, I

She had been so sure that he felt the same way, but now she wasn't so sure. "I love you, Cercei, but I don't think marriage is for us," Aaron said, his voice gentle but firm. "I don't believe in the institution of marriage, and I don't want to be tied down by a piece of paper." Cercei felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She had never felt so frustrated and heartbroken in her life. "But why not?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Why can't we make our own rules and create our own kind of marriage, one that works for us?"

You are worth loving and supporting the right way by a real man. The denial of affection or nurture, the constant reduction of the spouse through negative comments, the reminders of shortcomings instead of strengths, are a wearing and terrible form of abuse in a marriage. Everyone can do these things sometimes, when triggered from some event, but it can only be short-term. They must correct themselves and make amends when their emotional fog clears. The standard care package expected for marriage, not the bonus plus exclusive, is nurture and cherishing. If you break this, you aren't married, it's simply become a legal construct and a trap. The truth hurts, but it will also set you free.

I might even be considered a man-hater, right? I just want to distance myself, especially from the man in front of me. It's because of our situation - I'm married to him, and he, out of all men, is the one closest to me. Not as a friend or anything, don't get me wrong. I don't feel anything for this person; I just really don't want to be around men like him. What I mean is, my whole life, I've kept my distance from men. I dislike them; I hate their arrogance, their pretentiousness, their womanizing tendencies. I dislike everything about them. I don't have any brothers, and it's only now that I've experienced living with a man in the same house, and he's my husband.

his voice thundered. I shook my head. I looked at him intently in the eyes and say my whims. “I don’t want to engage in a marriage that has no label, Calix. Yes, we are married but the meaning of marriage is for a couple who has feelings for each other,” I said and then struggle from his tight grip. “I don’t want a marriage without even feelings involve, Calix…” I sadly muttered. “Because I believe that being married, it will be happy and there’s love on it.” I added soundly.

He turned around, barely containing his anger, and answered her in a low voice, almost a whisper. "Look, Lynda Johnson," he began to say through clenched teeth. "It's good to make our situation clear to you, I'm not interested in having an affectionate relationship with you, in fact I don't even like you, so get these absurd ideas out of your head. You and I will not have a happy marriage, I promise you, because it will be the worst hell you will live in, I won't even touch you as a woman, because I find you disgusting and nefarious.”