When Your Spouse Ignores You Novels & Stories

Now I can’t reach him, I don’t know where he is, and I am flipping irritated. “Something wrong, bride?” Ben asks. Nothing’s wrong. I’m not going to let him rub my poor choices in my face anymore. “Leave me alone.” “No, I won’t.” I throw him a glance and sigh. “Why?” “Because you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I clench my jaw and go back to ignoring him. “You seem to be ready to leave. You have been for the past four hours, actually. Husband problems?” I knew he was going to rub it in.

I'm done being told by men what I should do. He has always been the one to tell me to talk it out with him. That he's always there for me. And when I try to do the same, he pushes me away. He ignores my questions as if they were never asked. He ignores my worries for him as if he is allergic to being cared for. But not anymore... "You are acting like a wife..." He smirked, his voice fumbling a little. "Because I am your wife," I glared at him.

“Really. Can we not do this right now?” “Do what?” “This. The concerned husband routine. I said, I am fine.” “The concerned husband routine?” His voice turned cold. “Is that what we are calling it when I notice my wife is barely eating, hardly sleeping, and pulling away from everyone?” “I am not pulling away. I am coping.” “By shutting everyone out?” He faced me fully. “We are supposed to be partners. That means sharing the burden.” “I do not want to talk about this,” I interrupted. “Please. I just need space.”

His voice raised startling her. "Do you even know how hard it was for me to get through those 7 days!?" He complained. "And out of nowhere- when I'm excited to come back and see you and talk you, this is what I get sent." He said pointing at the video. "You don't want to get married alright!!! We won't." He stated. "Can you stop for a second and listen to me." She said with irritation. "So now you wanna talk to me after ignoring me for a whole damn week and not even telling me the reason for that ignorance." He said.

"No one from my family is coming . You and the family I have left are the only family I have. I don't want to lose that and what do I want to lose you and I know that I'm doing a perfect job at making you want to let go of what we have." "You've come home late for the past three days you don't talk to me you better eat breakfast lunch or supper even though I cook you don't eat. Max you haven't been the easiest person to either come home to or to have around. I know you going through a lot of things loss included I'm also going through a lot too and at a point where I really need you you are nowhere to be found or you're too busy to care that I have feelings too." "I'm sorry for ignoring you

“I’m asking why my wife keeps hanging up on me like I’m some telemarketer.” She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Because every time you call, it’s about something wrong. Something heavy.” She grabbed a bottle of water without looking at me. “You don’t call to talk anymore. You call to fight.” I watched her from the back of the couch. “Maybe if you answered once in a while,” I said quietly, “we’d have less to fight about.” She twisted the cap off the bottle. “Maybe if you stopped checking up on me like I’m a teenager, I wouldn’t ignore you."

She had been the happiest when my wife left. Quinn had never ignored me this long before. Even when we fought, and I gave her reasons to hate me. Even when she cried, she still managed to answer, though I didn’t deserve it. But now? Deliberate silence, and I hated to admit I was being ignored for real. I pushed myself from the couch abruptly and grabbed my keys. “Where are you going?” my mother asked. “I will handle it.” The response I gave her was not even per the question. It was just what was in my head at the moment that I said aloud.

I replied briefly. "How many times do I have to tell you, don't make decisions as you like. Why do you ignore the fact that you are my wife now? Don't you care about it all? Don't you care if I'm your husband? "Noah's tone sounded like unbearable anger. I still didn't dare meet Noah's gaze.

I didn’t just want Denny; I wanted my husband. ~Denny, can we talk?~ I sent That was the only way I could reach him now. Even as my spouse, he insisted I sleep in the empty room. That wasn’t the problem; the cold floor had become my confidant. But he ignored me. Whenever I knocked, he commanded me out. ~It is our honeymoon, Denny.~ I tried again. ~We should be taking a trip and…maybe, doing other things.~ He said nothing. When I couldn’t bear it, I went to him anyway, fully expecting to be thrown out.

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.