#marital issues

[s4ndg3m]

I wanna know ur wallmark divorce headcannons so bad

okokok. i had to type these all up separately so i could organize my ideas. i have like more in my head but they're hard to put into words so this is what you get

cw for alchoholism and general relationship issues. putting it all under the cut. remember these are just my headcanons and thoughts, nothing concrete.

General issues

Conflicting ideals on future life- Wallter being much more of a city guy, while mark prefers a rural setting.

Communication issues- Instead of talking things out they get accusatory and defensive, which means most talks end up arguments.

Further communication issues- They geniunely cannot understand the other half of the time. Wallter will attempt to be subtle in his communication, dropping hints instead of just flat out saying what he wants. Mark cannot pick up on these. Mark's direct communication sometimes comes across as rude and aggressive to Wallter.

General conflict- They have some shared interests, but there's also a lot of things that are important to them that they don't agree on. Like building materials, however silly that might sound.

Mark's issues

Alcoholism- Bit of A drunkard. He insists it isn't an issue but it is when it interferes with plans he and Wallter already had. "It would be weird if I didn't have a few with the boys after a job well done!"

Short-tempered- Which causes even more arguments over small things. (Def not physically abusive toward Wallter, even when drunk)

Abrasive personality- Mark would be more likely to make jabs or meaner jokes because he thinks everyone can take it. He wouldn't understand why someone would get upset over a joke.

He snores really loud- To the point where Wallter usually can't sleep. It builds tensions between them cus either Wallter is sleep-deprived or they never sleep in the same bed.

Dismissive- Wallter will ask/tell him about something that bothers him or something he wants as a gift for a holiday, but Mark usually won't listen.

Oblivious- Won't pick up on hints that Wallter drops, no matter the context.

Wallter's issues

Grey stuff. Wallter loves it, Mark loathes it. They argue over it.

Petty- Incredibly petty. Will make snide comments at Mark when he's upset about something.

Silent- He doesn't help at all with the communication issue, because he just flat out won't say anything! Until it's a big issue, of course. He might make hints but Mark cannot pick up on them.

Insistent on his own opinions- He will often push Mark to think like he does, instead of accepting their differences. It gets frustrating for Mark when he's constantly having to defend his thoughts.

Pretentious- Would absolutely try and take the moral high ground during arguments. He thinks talking in a level tone and not shouting means he's in the right, when really he's the one instigating most of the arguments.

Jealousy- I think he'd be the jealous type. He'd interrogate Mark about his friends and question his honesty often.

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I don't think there was one thing that caused the divorce, but a buildup of tension and frustration over the years of their marriage that was never managed. i think they both wanted it to work, even afterward, but neither of them are willing enough to see their issues and work on them. Even then, they kind of ruined the idea of a life with one another because of how horribly their marriage ended.

anyway these are just my initial thoughts on the two. enjoy!

[miss-kate009]

Looking for someone that has some things lacking in their relationship but can't really leave their partner. Missing passion and wanting to really find a spark again.

I want more than sex but obviously sex eventually. I would really like to get to know someone and maybe build a good connection. More like a side boyfriend.

I'm looking for someone that can maybe go steady for a while since l'm not interested in multiple partners or lots of sleeping around.

Don't message me if you're just horny or not serious.

Don't waste my time. Don't message me with one word.

If you are interested dm with your ASL

[astroprincess24]

I had a friend that suffers from marital issues. Her husband is emotionally disconnected with her and their son. She has suspicions that the guy could also be cheating. The guy works overseas and for the most part of the year he is away from work. All the guys friends side with the guy (birds of the same feather flock together). They often blamed the wife and even criticized her looks, actions and always justifies his wrong doings and that she should serve him well and be understanding all the time. He also doesn't care when their kid had medical emergencies, he claims that she's faking it and often withholds financial help during those times and even goes to his friends and mocks her and her son.

Based on their composite chart what do you guys think? Will their marriage even last?

[lexxwithbooks]

📖: 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 (𝐵𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 #3) 💔 🏖

✍🏽: 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞

[propheticfire]

Remembrance

A Dragon Prince fic:

When the last of the spell leaves his lips, and he feels his vision going hazy, feels his ears ringing, feels himself sway and begin to collapse, he doesn’t fight it. He’d known this was coming.

He awakens under a canopy of trees, on a soft bed of moss. For a moment, that’s all he registers. Just the green of the trees, and the softness, and the sweet song of Xadian birds. Then the ache blooms behind his eyes.

He can’t hold back a groan. It’s everywhere now, in his back, his limbs, his chest. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his head. He tries to sit up, but the pressure only increases, and he nearly blacks out again.

A cool cloth presses against his forehead then, gently. It’s his wife, he realizes, sitting beside him. She wipes his brow with something lightly fragranced. An herbal tonic.

“You overexerted yourself,” she says. There is, perhaps, a slight scolding in her tone, but it isn’t harsh. “You should have told me.”

“Told you—ngh—what?” He tries to sit up again, nearly blacks out again. Everything hurts, and he’s so weak.

Her hand is against his chest, coaxing him back into the moss. “That you were so exhausted.” She dips the cloth into a small bowl and wrings the excess water out of it, before dabbing at his face once more. “I know how badly you want to find Claudia. I feel it too. But you can’t keep pushing yourself into these locator spells. You’re not strong enough for that.”

“I know.”

She’s right, of course. But the strength of his body is nothing compared to the strength of his conviction. He needs to find Claudia. He needs to.

“And what if Aaravos can sense your magic? He’ll move her somewhere else before we even get back on our feet.”

“I know.”

The hurt in his body leaks out in his voice, sharp and tense. He hadn’t meant for that to happen. But, truth be told, he hadn’t thought of that. That Aaravos could potentially feel he was being tracked. He should have thought of that. And it scares him. He can’t lose Claudia.

“Where’s Soren?” he asks, making an effort to sound softer. He hasn’t forgotten; he promised his wife they’d try to work together without killing each other.

“Scouting and looking for food. We’re running low.” She dips the cloth in the water again and folds it into a rectangle. “Close your eyes.” He does, and the cool and fragrant weight of the cloth settles over them.

He’s not sure how much time passes, as he lies there, drifting in and out of slumber. His wife hasn’t moved. He can still sense her presence sitting beside his head. He’s not sure how he feels about that. He’s not sure when he started thinking of her as his wife, and not his ex-wife. Maybe it was just an easy shortcut, to not have to think “ex-wife, ex-wife” over and over again. But this whole journey, through Xadia, finding Soren, looking for Claudia, has made things feel…different, between them. It hasn’t been perfect. They’ve still butted heads a few times. But she seems…more understanding. More patient. And he… Well he didn’t tell her about how exhausted he was, true, but he’s been wanting to…to let her in, more. To be more open.

The biggest thing that had once come between them is gone now, anyway.

“Viren?”

She says his name quietly, as though checking if he’s awake.

“Hmm?” “I would like…to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

He hears her sigh. “I want to say…how sorry I was…to hear of Harrow’s passing. I…know how much he meant to you.”

His heart constricts. A sharp, breaking pain, that sends tendrils shooting through his limbs. He hadn’t expected to hear that name. He hadn’t expected her to say it. Harrow…

“I hope,” she continues, softly, “you were able to find happiness with him, in the time that you had together.”

The squeeze on his chest finds its way to his throat, choking off whatever words he might have found. His eyes begin to sting. He tries to fight it, but the tears come anyway, leaking out from under the cloth. It’s the second time he’s cried in front of his wife on this trip. But he can’t stop it. Harrow was… Harrow was…

He feels her finger gently catch the tears. Then she shifts, and he feels the weight of her head rest on his shoulder. She puts an arm over his chest. Again, no words of comfort, no platitudes; just presence. Steady, soft presence.

When the lump in his throat finally lets up enough, he takes a breath. “Some,” he says. “We had some happiness.”

She squeezes her arm tighter over his chest, in a brief hug. “I’m glad.”

They lie there in silence a while longer, until she again quietly says his name. “Viren, I…would like to tell you something else.” “Yes?”

“I’ve had…many years to reflect on this. I see now the things I said and did that contributed to the breakdown of our marriage. And I want to say…for my part in how things ended…I’m sorry.”

He can tell the words have been practiced. He can also tell they’re sincere. It pings against his heart in a strange way, to know that she’d thought about this enough to have practiced it. Practiced apologizing. It…shows more care for him than he’d realized.

He thinks back, to when they’d parted. They’d been so tired. Not bitter, not anymore, just tired. He thinks back further to when their tempers flared, and they’d raged at each other over the smallest things. Always the small things, never the actual, larger issues. Perhaps, it’s as she said, and they didn’t realize at the time what some of those larger issues were. He thinks back further still, to when excitement had filled them, passion, the giddy, heady feeling of being in love. And they had lived in it and for it. And before that, he thinks even to when they’d barely begun to know each other. How they’d traded smiles and, more importantly, conversation, and he’d thought that perhaps, if he couldn’t have Harrow, he could at least have…

There are things he’d said and done, as well, that he should apologize for.

“I’m…sorry too. Maybe if I’d…been honest about my feelings for Harrow sooner, we could have stayed friends. I’ve—” His breath hitches. He realizes as he’s saying the words that he truly means them. “I’ve missed your friendship.”

After a pause, her arm again squeezes around him. Her words are quiet, muffled against his shoulder. “I’ve missed yours too.”

He reaches up and finds her hand, covering it with his own. But soon, he feels her fingers snake between his. It sends another ping of emotion across his heart. It’s still such a familiar gesture.

Eventually, she moves, sitting up and gently lifting the now dry cloth from his eyes. The sudden extra light hurts, and he brings up a hand to shield his face. Which only reminds him of how much everything else aches. Another pained groan rises in his throat.

“Soren should be back soon,” she assures him. “He should be bringing something to help restore your strength, and then we can get moving.”

He takes his hand from his face, squinting as his eyes adjust. She’s wetting the cloth again, about to put it back over his brow. He says her name softly. She looks up, and their eyes meet. He tries to smile.

“Thank you.”

They hold each other’s gaze for a moment, before she gives a small smile in return. “Any time.”

(Also available on AO3.) (Part of a series!)

[douxbebearchives]

Hey do you remember the story where Liv and Fitz are married but they were having problems and she started flirting with a spanish guy name Armando ( I think) and he turned out to be obsessed with her

FOUND!

Rekindle by shenanigans23. Fitz and Olivia have been married for 3 years, and her co-worker is Antonio. 

Thank you, @megacrazyteenagegirl!

[heterorealism]

[luckyrunnybunny]

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