Earlier today my husband was trying to talk to me about something and I asked him about it after I prayed my morning prayers. I should have known better. Grrrrrrrrr.
The topic went from one thing to another and eventually landed on female circumcision. Yeah………he doesn’t think it’s abusive or evil or harmful to women whatsoever.
And he thinks I’m making blasphemy because certain Islamic personalities from over 2,000 years ago did it.
He could have said that we can look at it Islamically, historically, culturally and then personally. But he didn’t. He thought I was vulgar because I asked him how taking a knife to my PRINCESS PARTS (hint, hint, NOT the word I actually used) wasn’t evil.
He laughed at me and told me to stop.
Somehow, some way I was able to NOT express all my fave and anger at him. It would have ended up with me kicked out and in the mental ward.
So instead I filled myself with anger and rage. I cried in the bathroom and bit my fingers to cool my rage and pain.
I HATE being laughed at. I HATE him and I wish he was dead. I HATE having to depend on him.
So I target myself for my rage and I don’t know what to do.
I feel less than nothing compared to him. He is So look religious that he can’t have a real marriage with me. Then he acts like I’m a melodramatic liar when I mention all his cheating.
I can’t win either way.
So I’m researching the topic at hand for future reference.