When Your Spouse Ignores You Novels & Stories

“I just haven't had the time to tell him.” Her eyes lingers on me. “Where's your mom?” “Out for her session,” I lift my hand in mimic. Meghan fights a good laugh. I shake my head, then my phone rings. Soren. I stare at it but I don't pick. “You're not taking that?” “No,” “Why?” “I don't want to talk to him,” “Are you two fighting?” “What?” “Yes, because when a wife refuses to talk to her spouse, it usually means they're fighting,”

I admitted to him the whole reason I had gotten rid of my twin sister was so that all of his attention will come over to me but now he was ignoring me even more than he did in the past and at the same time expecting me to just take his disrespect. "Hazel I already said that I'm tired…" "You think I'm not tired?" I said sprinting up to my feet and screaming at the top of my voice I was fed up stuck in this marriage or should I say roommate situation even roommates have to stay together but a man that claimed to be my husband couldn't do that for me he was only comfortably in this house when he knew that he didn't have to interact with me. He was doing this to me and yet he was going out of hi

"I feel hurt when you ignore me. I expect you to be open, responsive and loving, you forget I have problems too, you don't even listen when I talk. You have no idea how distant you become when you're thinking of solving your problem, you don't recognise how withdrawing into your thinking may affect me, I just feel neglected and unimportant." "That's ridiculous. Of course, you are important. Just that a man handles his problems himself or he can talk to his fellow man, you're a woman." "Am your wife, but since you don't want to talk about your problems to me, then I won't talk about mine to you." "You women just talk a lot. I hate listening to your problems." "You don't even listen, perhaps j

"Taking away the supplements your coworker gave you without telling you, and taking the restaurant room you reserved, were both my fault. I thought you wouldn't care about those small things, but I was wrong. If I put myself in your place, I would care very much too. "I'll pay attention from now on. Nothing like that will ever happen again." His voice slowed, carrying a trace of sadness. "I apologize for everything in these five years of marriage. I'm sorry, Courtney. I ignored your mood and your feelings. I was arrogant enough to think that since both of us were chasing our careers, many things could wait until later. "But I don't know why, after ignoring you became a habit, I even started

Her sister asked her and she shrugged. “See, if he is going to get married again, at least he would do it right... But he didn’t want to ... he is always on his phone twenty four seven , he come to bed late, he would not even listen to me talking ... He will chat and laughed so hard, for some weeks now, we haven’t even had any meaningful conversation.” She explained to her sister. “I even went to talk to my co wife ... She said we should be patient ... How can I be patient when I am being neglected?” Sadiqah asked her sister and the latter sighed.

Myra No one was picking up. Not my father. Not my mom. I had taken time out of my day to visit our place,our own building but they had not let me in. I am infuriated as I pace up and down in our living room. I dial Ettiene's and get sent straight to voicemail. My heart is twisting and the more I think about everything the more angry I feel. Ettiene,my husband of five years refuses to get intimate with me. Why that makes me mad,I have no idea. My mother is nowhere to be seen and she refuses to pick up my calls. Father is also ignoring me.

I asked, my tone mockingly stern, arching an eyebrow at her as her lips twitched, betraying her attempt not to laugh. “Yes,” she said, crossing her arms defiantly, though her grin gave away her playful mood. “I just ignored you. So what? What are you going to do about it?” A slow smirk spread across my face. “Oh, you’re really going to challenge me, aren’t you?” I stepped closer, lowering my voice just enough to make her blush deeper. “Let me remind you, my dear wife, you’re already limping. If I decide to play with you now, you won’t be able to walk for an entire week. And guess what? That means I’ll have to carry you everywhere again.”

A strange calmness that made him harder to read. She composed herself. “Since we agreed not to divorce for six months, you are still my husband during this period,” she said. “Which means you must follow certain rules.” His expression did not change. “You cannot be involved with anyone else, and you must respect my family. Even though this marriage is only in name, you still have responsibilities. In return, I will let you stay here until your memory returns. Deal?” Lucien let out a quiet snort. Everything is the same.

Then look at me ". "What do you want". You don’t get to ask me that, Not after ignoring . I haven’t been ignoring you. “Yes, you have." Her voice shook despite her effort to keep it calm. "You walk past me like I’m air. You stop talking the moment I enter a room. You don’t reply when I speak. If that’s not ignoring someone, then what is it?” He stood up abruptly, . I don’t have time for this. That’s the problem, she shot back. You never do anymore.

But instead of him welcoming my hug, he shrugged me off like I didn't exist. I paused in my tracks, turning steely as I watched Carson walk up to his mother with arms wide to receive his hug. Carson had done it again— he had ignored me just like he had been doing for the past 3 years of my marriage and I was sick of it. “Carson,” I called as I traced my steps towards him but before I could reach him, Mrs Morello stepped into view. “You can meet him later, go serve some drinks.” She interrupted.