Toxic Marriage Novels & Stories

She stared at him and could clearly see how agitated he became. “This (points her index finger to him), this is what I am afraid of. Your possessiveness and it’s more of an obsession. Do you even realize how toxic this marriage is?” She asked as he held her firmly. She was going to make up her mind today no matter what. “No, it isn’t. Listen to me, we are meant to be okay? Everything else is bogus.” He said as held her face in his hands and his voice appeared shaky.

The results of my selfishness are echoing round the whole house in the name of Felicia screams. I honestly don't know what even hurt more. The fact that I'm hearing Felicia's moans, or the mate bond that was suffocating me. Either way, I'm so done with Jake. Done with hoping for anything, done with this shitty marriage. I picked up little of my stuffs, like my phone, car keys and the likes, and ran out of the house.

He was never short of a quick one or two on a weekend. “Marriage?” Josh repeated. “Nah, you just gotta make the chick fall in love with you. Make her fall in love and bam, there it is. Piece of ass, and a hot one, too.” I tilted my head slightly, studying them both. “She's like a fuckin' china doll, though. If you did it too hard, she'd break.” “I'd break it,” Austin said. “Just without the love shit.” “I reckon you could do it.” Josh took a swig of beer and glanced at me.

I needed to stop crying and ruining my damn make up. "Sorry," I blurted again. "I'll have it in control." "Says someone who cannot even control her emotions," my mom teased and I smiled at her. "Like I was saying Tiff, every successful marriage is just the both parties fighting against all odds. Mine wasn't perfect because one party stopped fighting and began fighting the other party. Once there's a rift in marriage, the end result is always disastrous." My mom resumed her story but my mind was no longer there. All I could think of was if Luciano and I would last together.

Even though I loved him dearly, I knew that this was a toxic situation between us and I knew that I needed to do this for my own sanity. "Kinley. You agreed to this marriage, which was never forced upon you. You said you would never leave. I didn't force you to love me." "No, you didn't. But would we really have gotten this far if you didn't take me prisoner, in the first place? No. I fell in love with you because of the circumstances that you orchestrated. This isn't normal and it isn't healthy and I am done with it. You're on drugs most of the time, you're violent and aggressive, and you act like a spoilt child!"

Well-established, handsome, and wealthy is the outline of that man. "Remember, I won't let you go. Keep suffering," Melvin said as he threw Danas on the floor. "Marrying me is not the end of your suffering but the beginning of your suffering. It's worth it for what you've done." "What am I doing? Why do you hate me that much?" "Don't pretend not to know," snapped Melvin. "I really don't know what you're talking about. What wrong have I done, that you want my life to be so miserable, huh! You made my father's company go bankrupt, and you forced me to marry you, why don't you just kill me."

And I lost it and screamed. “I will loose it if you don't divorce me Mason!” My loud voice echoed around the four corners of the hospital room. And he was taken aback by the sudden rush of tears streaming down my eyes. “Can't you fucking see! This marriage! This whole relationship thing was based on lies and selfishness! This wasn't a healthy one and now it's become toxic! I want freedom Mason! I want to be free from this marriage because honestly it's feeling more like shackles than a marriage!” My voice rose and rose in volume showcasing my pain and anger and helplessness. I was tired of it all. I couldn't remember the last time I had a good rest. My whole life had been basked with so many

I so admitted to him how he had messed me up. The phone beeps again. Alex:Don't be a whore. Just come back to me. I shriek. Did he just…oh no he didn't. To Alex, Remember how we were comfortable with each other. So comfortable that you decided to tell me about your fetish for wearing women's underwear,and then show me with multiple pictures of you in lacy thongs. I thought I was online shopping for a second. But do you. I laugh thinking about those laces. Looking back at it,I'm glad I was forced into a marriage and he cheated.

He is disinterested in anything I have to say and uninterested in anything that pleases me; he just wants to talk about himself and his Audi Motors. I can’t endure a relationship like this. He would make me a slave to his dry talks and jokes, and I would have no other option but to make endurance my friend. This is going to be another hellish marriage, and anything that contains toxicity in any form, be it in actions or words, I do not want any longer. The hell I saw in my marriage with Tyler is enough. I will not give a chance to another hell. So, out of the blue, I say to Elbert,

“Vivienne, what—” “All these years, I tried to be everything you wanted me to be. I tried to be a good wife. I tried to make you happy. I tried to ignore all the days and nights you hurt me, ignored me, and treated me like I’m just a body and not a living person. But the moment I decide to end this toxic marriage of ours, this is what you do.” I laugh in disgust and disbelief. “How could you?” “Vivienne—”