When Your Husband Ignores You Novels & Stories

“You’re pregnant, and our family is growing. Can’t we celebrate that without you ruining the moment with something so irrelevant? I’m here with you, trying to make this work, doesn’t it mean something to you?” “It doesn’t mean anything to me when I have no idea why my husband wouldn’t touch me for 7 whole months!” I sneered. “Here we go again,” he muttered as he picked up the wine bottle and drank from its mouth. “Are you serious right now?” I growled. “I’ve been married to you for 10 years, and you never stayed this long without touching me! You couldn’t even go a week without wanting me! Tell me how in the world we have gotten to 7 months without you even kissing me?!”

No matter if it was her looks, figure, or status, she was in no way comparable to me. And yet, I had still lost to her. During the past three years that I was married to Chandler, we had had countless fights that led to the silent treatment. Even so, he had never once been the one to try to reconcile with me first. I had assumed he was just that cold and indifferent by nature, that he was the same to everyone. It was only today that I discovered that wasn't the truth. He was entirely capable of smiling with such doting affection. He didn't like the feeling of being ignored, and he knew that he had to set aside his pride to make a woman happy.

It was afternoon, and I know something was itching in my husband's gut because I decided to ignore him for the rest of the time, that is the reason he was eagerly waiting for me in the room before I got in. When I stepped in, he lunged at me like a hungry beast, but I am well prepared, after all these years of our marriage, at least I know how to handle him. I grabbed his hand with the utmost respect and love and kicked him out of the room, after giving him a hint of the challenge I am going to throw. I am sure he might be wrecking his head by now, well let him...! I started dressing up for the party in the evening, yes, I heard a knock on my door nearly a hundred times in small intervals, b

I ignored him and walked past him but he caught my wrist and I did a 360 facing me. "Never. I repeat never ignore me when I'm taking to you. The next time you do that, you may hate yourself. I won't go easy on you. I'll make sure I drive you hard till you pass out. That's the only punishment you'll have when you don't show me some respect as your husband." He tightened his grip on me and I yelped forcing the tears to go back to where they came from. "Please. You're hurting me." He released me and I dropped on the floor clutching my wrist.

A year ago, I quit my job at the hospital and followed something I was more passionate about: interior design. Nathan was the perfect guy; he was charming. Every couple has fights, but Nathan was someone who would apologize first and try to make things okay between us. That was up until a few weeks ago. He became absorbed in his work, and he rarely ever spent time at home. I usually saw him early in the morning or late at night. At first, I brushed it off, thinking that he was just busy, but lately I started to think otherwise. He became somewhat cold and distant. I couldn't process what was happening, but I was determined to find out what was happening between us.

He couldn’t handle the cold shoulder any longer. “Is this how it’s going to be?” He asked. “What are you talking about,Nick?” She asked him, stopping mid stride, looking up from her cell phone and then at him. He made sure no one was watching them. Then, he closed the space between them. “You heard me.” He said. “Is this how it’s going to be now that we’re back? You're going to ignore me and pretend I’m just some goon who works for your husband!”

When she woke up, everywhere was already dark and she decided she could not leave her marriage. Leaving will be worse than staying and they could work around it. ‘I love him and people have rough patches in their marriages sometimes. We will fix it and move.’ She rationalized with herself. She sat in the living room waiting for her husband who returned by 3am that morning. “Hi,” she smiled at him but he ignored her and walked into his office. She got up and followed him but he didn't acknowledge her presence as he sat behind his desk typing away. “Jeff.” She called out softly trying to get his attention.

Krystalina ~ Four days have passed. Four days since I have been ignored by my husband. Do I care?… absolutely. I have never been ignored in my life, not even Morgan the pig ignored me. But my husband did, and it is irking me to no extent. The silence of his anger is suffocating me. I like peace and a positive environment, but he is giving me stress, and it is not good for my youthful skin. He comes and goes without even acknowledging my presence. He doesn't say a word, but every now and then he would growl.

"And I assume you mean your husband." "Of course, I mean my husband." I snap. The ends of my fuse are already short-circuited, and he's making everything worse by ignoring me. I want someone to talk to so I don't go crazy, and he doesn't care enough to be that: a listening ear. It's so infuriating I want to cry or throw something. My throat is scratchy, and I feel like I can't breathe when I churn out the bitterness from the resentment swirling inside. "I'm sure it's become a godsdamn hobby of yours to ignore me like I don't exist. You know what? Fuck you, Wade."

She took a seat next to her son, Kian, my husband, who hasn’t said a word to me since morning. He didn’t even look at me. Not once. Sometimes I wondered if he’d already erased me from his world, if I was just a shadow passing plates and pouring tea. I should be used to it by now, but no matter how many times he ignores me or acts like I’m just a piece of furniture in his house, it still hurts. “What the hell is this?” Tonia, my mother-in-law, asked while staring disgustedly at a bowl of soup in front of her. The disdain in her eyes was vibrant, and I could feel her hatred for me more than the soup.