Peace in Prose
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Last night around 8pm, my husband steps outside the house. Does not tell me where, just leaves. Me and my child go to sleep and I wake up at 12 and my door is unlocked. I am mad. It is not a bad neighborhood by any means, but things happen in far better ones, why chance it. I lock the door.
He comes in around 3 oclock and I let him know he could have told me where he was. I say do not even bother coming to bed with me. He's livid saying I could have popped my head out the door and saw he was at the neighbor's house.
I tell him it not my job to go looking for you. If I did he would accuse me of being insecure, which he does anyway. I am not understanding. I told him about anyone could stroll in the house, and you expect me to believe you had your eye on the door the whole time.
He goes off on me, telling me he is a grown arse man
and he does not need my permission. I said I did not ask him to get any, just simply inform me if he was going to be out late.
Now the part that really stuck with me. He says sarcastically, or maybe not, he was down the street at some females house? I am like what?! He says that is what I want to hear. I said no, that was not even the suggestion. At this point, I tell him to leave me alone, I am through for the night. And he goes on and on about permission, I said if you are going to misrepresent my motives leave me alone, I told you what it was. He goes on to the point I say "Leave Me the Fcuk Alone!!!" and he goes upstairs.
See, a couple a weeks ago, he tells me some lady needed a ride to the university, (he did not even offer for me to take her like what happened in a past situation at a different place) I tell him to go ahead and give it. The university is seven minutes down the street but it takes him a hell of alot longer. So he comes back and he's telling me about the girl working at the theatre and already graduated. I say really, who is she? Wouldn't tell me. I am listing off neighbors and all he does is tell me no. So after listing off a few, I drop it and every neighbor I know has transportation.
Am I overthinking?
Anywho, a soon as I finish university and have a stable enough career, I will be reevaluating my marriage. So for now, I am stashing my cash and working parttime jobs.
He comes in around 3 oclock and I let him know he could have told me where he was. I say do not even bother coming to bed with me. He's livid saying I could have popped my head out the door and saw he was at the neighbor's house.
I tell him it not my job to go looking for you. If I did he would accuse me of being insecure, which he does anyway. I am not understanding. I told him about anyone could stroll in the house, and you expect me to believe you had your eye on the door the whole time.
He goes off on me, telling me he is a grown arse man
and he does not need my permission. I said I did not ask him to get any, just simply inform me if he was going to be out late.Now the part that really stuck with me. He says sarcastically, or maybe not, he was down the street at some females house? I am like what?! He says that is what I want to hear. I said no, that was not even the suggestion. At this point, I tell him to leave me alone, I am through for the night. And he goes on and on about permission, I said if you are going to misrepresent my motives leave me alone, I told you what it was. He goes on to the point I say "Leave Me the Fcuk Alone!!!" and he goes upstairs.
See, a couple a weeks ago, he tells me some lady needed a ride to the university, (he did not even offer for me to take her like what happened in a past situation at a different place) I tell him to go ahead and give it. The university is seven minutes down the street but it takes him a hell of alot longer. So he comes back and he's telling me about the girl working at the theatre and already graduated. I say really, who is she? Wouldn't tell me. I am listing off neighbors and all he does is tell me no. So after listing off a few, I drop it and every neighbor I know has transportation.
Am I overthinking?
Anywho, a soon as I finish university and have a stable enough career, I will be reevaluating my marriage. So for now, I am stashing my cash and working parttime jobs.
Peace in Prose... this man is too damaged for you to make a marriage work with. Therapy might not even help him. It would be like putting Humpty Dumpty back together again- how long would that take? How long will you continue to live like this?
