My husband invited his ex to his housewarming party and told me, “If you can’t handle it, feel free to leave,” so I smiled, cleared the table, packed my bags, and waited until she rang the doorbell..

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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?”

He was expecting anger.

Tears. A scene. Instead, I smiled.

Calm. Steadfast. “I will be very mature,” I said.

“I promise.”

He blinked. “That’s all? You’re okay with this?”

“Of course,” I said.

“If she’s important to you, then she’s welcome.”

He stared at my face, searching for sarcasm, but found none. “Good,” he said, sighing in relief. “I’m glad you won’t make this awkward.” As soon as he left, having already texted someone about his “wonderful” wife, I grabbed my phone.

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