Psycho Husband Quotes

Instead of a deluded psycho who thinks he's doing the right thing, my new husband is simply a man without conscience

There wasn’t even a trace of humor. August Mulvaney—a killer he’d known less than three days —was sitting at his table casually talking about how he had settled on Lucas someday becoming his husband.

Good women don't have bad things happen to them- in order to be raped, I need first to be made into this caricature of a bad woman. This male psycho-sexual logic looks at penetration as punishment. This is the rape that disciplines, the rape that penalizes me for the life I have presumably led. This is the rape that tames, the rape that puts me on the path of being a good wife. This is the rape whose aim is to inspire regret in me. This is the rape whose aim is to make me understand that my husband can do with my body as he pleases. This is rape as ownership. This rape contains rage against all the men who may have touched me, against all the men who touch me, against all the men who may have desired me. This nightly rape comes with a one-point agenda: she must derive no pleasure from sex. And yet, whenever he takes me against my will, he taunts me for enjoying it. In his ironclad logic: I am a whore, so I can be raped; I let myself be raped, so I am a whore.

My story was so humiliating and awful. I wouldn’t blame Derek if he wanted to walk, knowing I had a psycho ex-husband lurking around. The pain of these thoughts kept me troubled all night. For a moment, I only stared stupidly as the tears flooded my eyes. The enormity of his betrayal left me weak and wounded. There were so many. How had I been so trusting? How had I been such a fool? Years of lies, and I’d never suspected. With a deep breath, I touched my tears away. This was my past. I didn’t have to carry this with me, and Derek had shown me love was waiting in my future.

Maybe he should go after her. Maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough. Maybe she was missing him as much as he missed her. Finding her would be a challenge, but that had never stopped him before. Surely she’d left a forwarding address with the post office. But no. That’s what her psycho, controlling late husband would have done: hunt her down. She needed to be free to make her own choice. And she had.

Okay. This guy came to the bar and flirted with you, then he pummels some guy for hitting you.” Doug counts off each attribute on his fingers. “Then he chases after you to make sure you’re okay. But you blow him off because he’s a cop.” Doug shook his head. “I’m sorry, but what exactly is the problem?” Furi’s head was spinning at his screwed-up emotions. “I told you how Patrick started hitting me after I gave him what he asked for in bed. Whenever we’d fuck a certain way, he’d love it, but would always freak out later. I can see the same shit in Syn. As soon as men like that fuck, they lose their shit and immediately feel like they have to reclaim their lost manhood, on my face. Mark my words. Syn would snap just like Pat did.” “How the hell do you know that?” “Call it my gay man’s intuition.” Doug laughed and refilled their glasses. “I think you’re making an unfair generalization. Every man is not a psycho asshole like your husband and his brother. There are plenty of good guys out there. This cop seems like he’s more of a protector than an abuser, babe.” “I guarantee he’s closeted and will go crazy on me the second I let my guard down and hook up with him.” Furi let his head fall to the side as he stared at his friend. “There’s no way that a goddamn Detective is going to be all out and proud. You think he’ll take me to the policeman’s ball? Hell no, he’d make me be his dirty secret, and eventually his punching bag.

I must’ve missed this part in the parenting handbook. Chapter 12: When fleeing from your mob boss husband, be sure to communicate the details of your escape with your nine-year-old son early and often so that you don’t stunt his psycho-emotional development. Also, always bring snacks to the movies.

What? I can’t help it. I’m forty. I want kids and I want them with you. I’ll wait ’til you’re ready, but I’m done holding back. I’m all in, Bliss. I want to be your man. Your husband. The father of your babies.

I am officially forming our club, the Society of Psychos. I, Brooklyn Niall O’Brien-” “You only took my last name when ya married me-” “I.” I spoke louder over him, repeating myself. “Brooklyn Niall O’Brien, am the first and founding member of the Society of Psychos, the second member is my husband, Niall Meadow.” “No, no, no,” Niall huffed. “I didn’t take your surname. Ya just took mine.” “If you have a complaint to make, Mr Meadow, can you write it down and put it in the suggestion box.” I nudged a box of tissues towards him with my toe.

For a growing number of husbands, this societal pressure “to be sober, industrious, and successful only intensified their sense of themselves as failures” and bred an unbearable shame that climaxed in the destruction of their families and—more often than not—themselves.

What happened to letting this chick go on May 26th?" Victor answers Phantom as he plans to answer Dawn. "She left before fulfilling her part of our agreement. So now her let go date is very much up in the air." "You know you sound like a psycho, right?" Phantom asks. Yes, Victor does know that. But after six weeks without Dawn, he can't bring himself to care.

Buck Nance used Lane Coolman's phone to call Krystal. 'Baby, I'm coming home soon,' he said. 'Who's this?' 'Aw, don't be like that.' 'Wait... now I remember," said his wife. 'You're the scumbag husband who keeps a whore on the side.' 'She's just another stalker. I swear to Christ.' 'Is Miracle her real name or is that what her pimp tagged her with?' 'She's a total psycho, Krystal. You can't believe a word she-' The line went dead.