Toxic Marriage Novels & Stories

Abby said, patting on my back, I was still staring at his sad face, or probably his fake sad face. “But, it was because of me,” he said, I frowned, “my wife cares a lot about her reputation, and since she left, it means something went wrong. I know how much she loved me, but…I was a bad husband, always late, and always busy, but cheating wasn’t one of the things, it’s just a huge misunderstanding” he said. I gasped, studying his face.

Grace said all she was trying to say was that they should just end the disgusting thing they call marriage. She was in bondage and not even a marriage, because what the hell is marriage hardship? Is marriage hell? Because that is what it seems it is and nothing more, she was suffering in marriage; she was being abused in marriage; she is a rag in marriage; there was nothing good in the damn thing called marriage, if not suffering and being in bondage.

She felt trapped and alone, stuck in a marriage that was slowly destroying her. She walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, feeling like she was at the end of her rope. She didn't know how much more she could take, how much more pain and heartache she could endure. As she sat there, Adelaide felt a sense of despair wash over her. She didn't know if she would ever be happy again, if she would ever be able to escape the toxic marriage that was suffocating her. But as she sat there, something inside of Adelaide began to stir. She realized that she didn't have to take this anymore, that she didn't have to stay in a marriage that was killing her.

And those are just a few examples of the insults he throws at me. I no longer have dinner with him. I eat in my room, and sometimes I go out with my coworkers to have dinner at a nearby restaurant after work. I try to avoid being anywhere near my husband. I can't stand his toxicity anymore. And if it weren’t for that damn marriage contract, I would already be taking steps to get a divorce.

“Yes… yes. Ask anything. I’ll answer truthfully, Malakai.” “Why did you leave? Did you abandon me because you hated me? How much hatred did you have for me?” I let the words out before I can stop myself. Silence fills the space between us. The restaurant isn’t busy, which makes it feel even heavier. Then Mom starts.“ My marriage with your father had always been a rollercoaster. He was an addict and unstable. I won’t try to paint myself a saint, I played my part too. We were toxic for each other. I was irrational and always jumping to conclusions. That marriage… it brought out the worst in me.” She takes a breath. “It was my first time living too. I couldn’t stay in an emotionally abusive mar

He would live the life that he wanted and he would leave me to be free to have the life that I need, that I desire. I didn’t need proof, but the silence spoke louder than any explanation anyone could offer. This was a toxic marriage, and it was not going anywhere. If anything, it was going to be more toxic, harder and harsher. And if the two of us were going to hold pacts, deals or whatever it was that we needed to hold, then it was only a matter of time before it collapsed under the pressure that we were going through. He just failed to see it. “There's no time for you to keep sulking. You need to get going and start off with your day.” I muttered under my br

"What do you want to feel?" "Anything. Everything. I don't know." I stand, suddenly restless. Walk to the windows. The city spreads below us, millions of lights, millions of lives happening simultaneously. "My husband told me this morning he wants an open marriage. After I found out he's been cheating on me for months. Years, probably. He has a burner phone with women's names rated like restaurants. Three stars. Five stars. Like we're all just entries in his collection." I'm talking too much. Oversharing. This man doesn't care about my marriage problems. He's paid to perform a service, not be my therapist.

The irony was deafening. I looked at his desperate face, realizing his patience was officially running on empty. I let out a cold smile. "An intact family? A father who can't keep his pants zipped? A grandfather who almost beats her to death? A grandmother who doesn't give a damn if she breathes? And an aunt who treats her like an absolute thorn in her side? Nora doesn't need a toxic family like that!" I didn't want to waste another breath. He didn't get it. This was the most tragic graveyard of a marriage—when the mate didn't appreciate a single sacrifice you made.

Eloise sounded more upset than angry because Kathleen denied responding to her out of tiredness and a little bit of jealousy. “We got married way after we had found out about her pregnancy. By that time, I was already over her. She had moved on with her ex and I was just single, I moved on from ever loving her. I didn’t concede the truth of this marriage from her, she knows that I only married her for my child. If she still feels some type of way about anything, then it’s her fault. Our friendship should not get affected by what she thinks.” As Kathleen stood behind the door and listened to Ryker explaining the dynamics of their relationship to Eloise, her heart felt on fire.

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.