Long Story short, I was groped by some jerk at a party, and my husband blamed me.

I was waiting to get a drink at the bar, and a friend's boyfriend (gay couple btw) started making lewd comments to me and grabbing my breasts. I asked the guy not to touch me and he kept doing it. He even spilled my drink as the bartender was handing it off to me, because he was trying to get at my breasts. Now I don't care for this guy at all. I think he's a user and I don't like him for my friend, or for anyone else. I actually told my friend not to bring his boyfriend (the groper) to the party. He didn't respect my wishes and brought him anyway. So my friend comes at me because the bartender cut off his boyfriend from further alcohol and told the bouncer what happened and he got kicked out of the party. My friend blamed me, and said he was embarrassed and I should have talked to him about it privately. I'm like, well it happened publicly and I have no control over what the bartender and bouncer decided. ( Tho I appreciate it.)

So I get home and the next day I tell my man what happened. (He wasn't there, he had to work.)

I tell him how this jerk groped me and I was upset because my so-called friend blames me for what essentially was his boyfriend's own bad behavior. So my Husband looks at me and says "what did you do with this guy that he did that?" As in, I must have somehow invited this asshat's unwanted attention, or even somehow wanted it?

Now my husband is foreign and I get that in his culture that things are done differently (He thinks I'm really having sex with my gay friends. I'm like, dude, they're gay. They like dudes, and I'm a lady.) but this was too much! Here I'm upset because I was basically sexually assaulted in public and instead of wanting to defend my honor he turns around and says I must have done something to encourage the asshole who assaulted me.

Needless to say I was livid. I was upset, we argued about it, I told him how I felt about his lack of sympathy and accusations, he continued to stand firm that I must have done something to provoke this guy. Finally I just stopped talking and gave him the silent treatment. I had homework to do and I wasn't getting anywhere with him. Finally he left, I guess he went for a walk. When I got up this morning he was in the bed next to me.

I'm just sad now. We've been together 7 years, through good and bad and he still doesn't trust me. I'm not a cheater and I am super honest. Which may be part of the issue because when we first met I was honest about past relationships. He kinda gets stuck on the idea that I had a life before him, and we're not youngins, both in our 40's now. I feel like he's not there for me with anything emotional. I've watched him become more and more cynical, and I'm going in the opposite direction. I love him and this hurts.