When Your Spouse Ignores You Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I needed a break, and so I took it.” “That’s it? You needed a break? You just go on a break without telling me? Did you forget we are married?” Ian was angry. They were in her office talking. “What just…?” He ran his hands through his hair. He just couldn’t believe it. “My life fell apart because of you, and all you tell me is you needed a break?” “We weren’t exactly good when I left, were we? Also, don’t forget you ignored me when you needed your space.”

She said, stood up from the chair, and walked over to the window. "Wow.. The view from this place is great, Astrid." "Thank you, Lisa." I smiled faintly at her. I quickly moved a bit closer to her so I could listen to her call. "Why isn't he answering? He does this all the time you know? He prefers ignoring people whenever he is mad or pissed.. I really hate that about him." I couldn't find the perfect response to that so I just patted her back softly. "Thank you. And your husband? What is marriage like? How does it treat you?"

He looks at me, clearly annoyed. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realised.” I walk past him and go upstairs, hearing him follow. “This is a marriage, Mazikeen. I’m done with this nonsense over the past few weeks. Since we moved here, you’ve been acting crazy and like someone who has forgotten what respect is,” he argues. I go silent, unsure of what to reply to him. What do I say to that? “Your mother rang you as well, and you ignored her. Someone who brought you up and fed you, and you couldn’t even answer the phone to her,” he shouts, and I turn to face him.

Zade’s POV I sigh because this week flew by way too fast, and now it’s already Saturday. And the reason I’m sighing has nothing to do with time. It’s her. My wife. Still my wife, at least for now, even though we have litigation scheduled next week with the lawyers. She’s practically ignoring me, keeping her distance like I’m radioactive, and I’m not gonna lie… it’s driving me insane. I made a vow to myself to let her do her. To give her space. To let her come to me when she was ready.

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.

he asked suddenly, staring at her. “A-a man. But it’s purely work-related, and it’s only for two days—Saturday and Sunday. Is it okay if—” “No!” he said firmly, startling her as he dropped his utensils on the glass plate. He stood up and left her without another word. “Thunder!” she called out, but he didn’t even glance back. She couldn’t understand his reaction. For the next few days, her husband ignored her. She wasn’t used to him being distant. He only answered her with nods now.

If he was going to torture me, we might as well suffer the consequences together. “Ouch! that hurts," He pretended to be hurt but I showed no remorse. “That was the point husband. Wasn't it clear that I didn't like that," I informed, making him chuckle. “What can I say wife, I want to listen to you but unfortunately everything you say to me when you are in a bad mood falls on deaf ears," He said in between chuckles. A dull ache rose in my chest as I stared up at his annoying face “In other words you just ignored everything I said?" I asked through gritting teeth, as I tried holding onto my last strand of patience.

I went back to Bryan, and he noticed that my mood had worsened. “Why do you look so down?” he asked worriedly, and I smiled faintly, trying to hide the fact that my husband just ignored me. “Nothing just stressed,” I said. “Are you sure?” he asked, and I nodded at him. “Okay let's go home,” he said casually like we were sleeping in the same house.

He takes his napkin and spreads it on his thighs, then serves himself some mashed potatoes, bacon and vegetable salad and starts to eat in silence, ignoring me completely. "Sean?" I say quietly, but he doesn't respond. "Sean." I call out to him louder than before, but he still doesn't respond. "You're acting like a freaking child right now," I say, my hurt slowly turning to anger. He pauses his chewing as if to say something but decides against it and continues to eat in silence. "So that's your plan, huh?" I ask at the brim of tears, "Your amazing plan is to ignore me, your wife, for the rest of your life?!"

“Willis, I’m not some princess in a 70s book. I see that talking to you was a waste of my time, you’re just as condescending as your friend.” As I turned to walk away, I came face to face with him. He whose name I shall not speak. He ignored me, as he has done for the past five days. And I did the same. I walked by, feeling his eyes boring into my back. My heart raced, pounding so hard I thought it would burst. When I turned the corner where his eyes could no longer see, I released a deep breath. “It’s nerve-wrecking to not talk to your husband, even if the marriage is a sham.”