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 leaky pipe under the sink.
My hair was tied back, my jeans were stained with work grime, and I still held a wrench in my hand. Then the front door slammed shut so hard it rattled the picture frame. When I crawled out from under the cupboard, he was standing there with his arms crossed, looking like a boss about to discipline an employee.
“We need to talk about Saturday,” he said. Saturday. Our housewarming party.
The first real party since we moved in together. “What is it?” I asked, wiping my hands. He straightened up.
“I’ve invited someone,” he said. “She’s very important to me. I need you to handle this calmly and thoughtfully.
If you can’t, then we’re going to have a problem.”
“Who?” I asked. “Funmi.”
His ex-girlfriend. The one he always had excuses for.
The one he still followed online because, according to him, “blocking people is childish.”
I put the wrench down. The sound it made when it hit the floor was louder than usual. “You invited your ex to our housewarming party?” I asked.
He didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. We’re friends.
Good friends. If that bothers you, then you’re probably more insecure than I think.”
There. Not an argument.
A warning. “I need you to act like an adult,” he repeated. “Can you do that?”
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