My husband warned me I could leave if I couldn’t accept his ex’s invitation to our housewarming. I responded to him in the most composed and “mature” way he had ever seen.

My husband warned me I could leave if I couldn’t accept his ex’s invitation to our housewarming. I responded to him in the most composed and “mature” way he had ever seen.

My husband invited his ex to our housewarming party and made it clear that if I couldn’t accept it, I was free to leave. So I gave him the calmest, most “mature” response of my life.
The night he told me, I was sitting on the kitchen floor of our tiny apartment in Yaba, fixing a leaking pipe beneath the sink. My hair was tied back, my jeans were stained from work, and I still had a wrench in my hand.
Then the front door slammed hard enough to shake the picture frames.
When I slid out from under the cabinet, he was standing there with his arms folded, looking like a boss preparing to discipline an employee.
“We need to talk about Saturday,” he said.
Saturday. Our housewarming. Our first real party since moving in together.
“What about it?” I asked, wiping my hands.
He straightened up. “I invited someone,” he said. “She matters to me. I need you to handle it calmly and maturely. If you can’t, then we’re going to have a problem.”