Spitting mad

I started working at a small all girls school and I really enjoy it. I come home telling my husband about my day and what he girls did, etc etc. Well yesterday I’m in the bathroom and I hear him just dragging the whole school for filth. He was talking super loud ( I was in the bathroom with the door shut and could hear everything clearly) to his mother about how the school is a bunch of bullshit; that half the girls are gay; and how in his opinion it’s just a bunch of women thinking they’re doing something. When I get out of the bathroom I ask him why he’s dragging the school? I said you’ve never stepped one foot inside the school so how can he have all these negative opinions and I say nothing bad about the school. I like it there.

The school is called GEMS (Girls Empowerment Middle School). They teach regular classes but they also have students take an empowerment class where they learn how to navigate life and hardships. We uplift the kids. You wouldn’t believe how many young girls have low self-esteem, depression, haven been sexually assaulted and have emotional problems etc on top of peer pressure and just trying to grow up. Anyway I also believe in what this school is trying to do. I love these girls.

So my husband just gets louder and starts talking shit about me with his mother still on the phone. It bothers me that he was bad mouthing the school to his mother in the first place. I come home excited about my day, talk to him, and he calls his mother with a bunch of negativity.

He gets off the phone with his Mom and really starts arguing with me. Ultimately he called me an “old ass” (I’m older than him), tells me he doesn’t want to be with me anymore and that he’s going to move in with his dad. All of this because I asked him why he’s dragging the school. I guess he must’ve wanted me to cry and beg to be with him but I just told him to remember everything he said and to keep that same energy. An hour later he’s saying he’s sorry, etc yet trying to make shit my fault because I’m sick of his nonsense. I’m like fine, don’t be with me. He knew how old I was when he asked me to marry him. In fact, he was begging me to marry him and waited SEVEN YEARS for it but now wants to throw my age in my face.

I’m still spitting mad y’all, so I apologize for this long rambling ranting post.