Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

“I’ve never complained about your mess, it’s...” But I cut him off, my voice rising. “That’s the fucking problem! You never complain. You just love me. You don’t hit me, or scream at me, or force yourself on me—” I laughed bitterly. “—You're just the perfect, loving husband. And I hate it! I hate how good you are!” I was screaming now, pounding at his chest like something inside me had snapped. “Sylvia, calm down, you’re not making any sense!”

I want to run away to a deserted place and cry out loud. I want to be away from him as much as possible. “Why? I thought that what is our marriage based upon, hmm?” He scoffed. Shut up. Shut up. How in the world did he come to know I hate PDA in the first place? It’s like he knew what I hate the most and doing what exactly I despise. “You married to please my lust if you remember. That is the whole point of it. So stop this whining.” He replied, displeased at my reaction.

After our honeymoon experience which lasted for a week, my husband came to love sex so deeply. He comes for it, asks for it, and desires it now and then. To me, it became what he thinks and dreams of. It became his primary concern and objective. This made me start hating him, disrespecting him, and devaluing him. In addition to the fact that I was not a sex-loving person, my hatred for my husband because of his love and demand for sex made me feel rebarbative of our marital sex life. This made our sex unromantic. I hardly allow him to sleep with me, except for procreation or when I resolved to pity him, however, I would just lie down like wood for him and refused his kisses, and touches, 'Ju

Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!” For some reason, seeing the word “husband”, Frederick Hall’s ears warmed up a bit. He cleared his throat. “Let’s go back to the party. I will deal with my family's side.” Erwin Wilson didn’t even want to get up. He thought for a moment and typed: “I don’t want to stay at Wilson’s for too long!” Simply because there was Hein Wilson. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable just seeing Hein Wilson’s face. He also didn’t want to spend his energy dealing with a “fake fool” like him. He’s tired.

The Maxton I knew was back; the one I was married to, that made me fear the existence of men. He barely ate the food I prepared with a lot of hope, prayer and my whole heart. All he did was play with it and smiled stupidly while staring at his phone. …Father, I tried my best! I tried to win him over. Tried to do the dirtiest thing couples do, but he wouldn't oblige. Why does he hate me so much!? Why was he still staying with me and hasn't even said a nice word to me!? What was my mistake!? My vision was getting blurry, tears trickled down my face as I watched the beast come on top of me… At last, he has succumbed to my will. However, I am now so powerless, like a wounded lion.

“Of course you don't know, because you never bother to know. I didn't send you to the Vetrov Household to cross your legs and grow fat!” I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “You know father, it's too early to be receiving insults from you, so just tell me why you called or I will have to end this call.” I warned. I just wasn't in the mood for all that. My husband hates me, my ex is in the hospital because of my mistake and I am on the last day of my stupid menstrual flow which for some reason had decided to go on to the fifth day. “Dont threaten me child, I am very angry right now and it's all because of your husband!”

Oh, my goodness, so they didn't know about this. "I thought you guys knew, if he didn't know, then why the hatred?" I tried wiping away my tears. "Common, tell me the whole thing," he said, and I scoffed. I explained everything to him. "Oh my goodness, so why don't you tell him after you got married yesterday?" he asked, and I can see he's very angry at my revelation. "I tried telling him, but he never gave me a listening ear. I thought it was because of the hatred. If that's not the reason he hates me, then why does he hate me so much?" I asked, but he was lost in his own thoughts. I tapped him.

She looked at him with a forced smile. “You see? That’s what I mean when I say you’re not the same woman I fell in love with,” he said angrily. “There was a misunderstanding, and you should’ve demanded an explanation. But instead, you’re passive and complacent, like one of those submissive wives who put up with everything. What happened to your spark? You don’t even flirt with me like you used to! You’ve become so dull and expressionless that you bore me!” he spat, unmoved.

The anger that filled the eyes of her husband caused her to hate Bryce for getting her husband angry at her. Chris stood up from the bed and headed into the shower. Tessa never dared asking that question again, and till that day she never brought up the topic of Bryce again, except when Chris was ranting of his bad deeds which she would agree on. She hated Bryce with all of her heart. She hated him for causing her husband to yell at her. She hated him for making her to disobey her husband and leave the room.

I can't imagine what my husband is feeling right now. "Your parents? They were mine! My father never loved me and sure as hell didn't love you either. He's the fault for the voices we hate so. He's the reason that either of us lives in this hell. There is no reason for you to hate me. I did everything I could to give you the happy life that I always wanted." My blood boils. My words spew out without control. How dare he?