I got ready for work today and before leaving I stepped outside to feed my pigs real quick. In that process I grabbed a bucket that had dirt in the bottom and accidentally wiped some of that dirt on my jeans. I went back in and explained to my husband and I immediately changed  my jeans. I come back out with new jeans and my husband asked if I had wiped the dirt off the other jeans and I said yes. I got a rag from outside as soon as I noticed that I had got my jeans dirty and wiped it off with the tag.... So in my mind, that's what I thought he meant. 

When I told him I had, he asked why didn't I wear them anyway and I told him the dirt didn't come off and now my jeans looked dirty. He said I know you're lying and I know you did not wipe them. So I said come take a look. We both went to the bathroom and he noticed the stain on my jeans and went completely off on me about how I had lied to him about washing them. What he meant was.... Washing them with water so the dirt would come off and apparently I was a liar for that. He got so mad that I had "LIED" 

On our way to my job I was quiet and he went off on me again talking about how he didn't do anything for me to be mad? Ummm WHAT THE FUCK?!!! How could I not be mad over getting shit for some stupid jeans that I apparently lied about. Once again, I found that so ridiculous. He was verbally abusive calling me an idiot, immature and a child for that. He said I had no right to be mad when he was just trying to look out for me and caught me on my LIE once again... I just don't get it... As he kept yelling at me and calling me this names, I remained quiet and my eyes got watery because obviously I was so mad I wanted to cry. He said I was so ungrateful and dropped me off. As I was getting off the car and shut the door, he immediately took off. I then texted him and told him how ungrateful he was for the way he treated me after I have been there for him even when he was in jail for a week and I missed work just to see if he needed me. I understand that's what I'm suppose to do but I never take things out on him. He started to say how he was trying to buy me a Mercedez so I wouldn't drive a Nissan?!! Well, I didn't ask for a car either but I guess that's my fault. Anyway, he's mad at me over some fucking jeans... I refuse to take the blame.