**Just as a disclaimer, I am changing the names in this story and if anyone figures out who it is about, I apologize if it offends you in any way. It just opened my eyes to a few things**
So tonight, Nick and I enjoyed a movie night with some close friends of ours. Rachel and Andrew. Rachel was my roommate and Andrew is Nicks friend who he has known for quite sometime. So we were watching the move and Rachel was working on some Spanish homework. Then at the end of the movie Rachel was reading it out loud for Andrew to time it and see how long it was, but Andrew was being a little difficult, in my opinion.
Rachel would read something maybe five or six words maximum and Andrew would one: correct her pronunciation. Two: Say something along the lines of "that's not how you say that." Three: say "this isn't that hard" or four: "you aren't making any sense."
This went on. She would spit out a few words and then came the correction and/ or rude comment. This happened over and over again. Then the part that pissed me off the most was that Rachel was obviously getting frustrated...
You know the thing that most girls do when they get frustrated? They put their hands to their head and usually rub their forehead harshly out of frustration?
Ya she did that and every time she would do that Andrew would say "STOP!" or "stop touching your face" "you don't need to so that" "Rachel, stop touching your face like that" "why are you doing that. Just stop it"
Like WHAT! Just let her be frustrated! Anyway,
The point of that was to say how grateful I am to have a husband who loves me. Now, we fight. Sometimes over stupid things that don't really matter, but I am grateful that he has never talked to me like this, Andrew was talking to Rachel as if she was stupid or something. He wasn't letting her learn my trial and error. She would say something wrong and immediately tell her how wrong it was. He should have let her do her assignment and then afterwards made a few suggestions on things she may want to do differently. I don't know, I'm sure they were just having a moment, but it made it really awkward for a bit because this went on for a half an hour before Rachel got so frustrated she just closed her laptop and said she needed to go home. I am grateful that my husband doesn't speak to me like that and he values my efforts and if I happen to do something wrong he simply makes a suggestion on how to do it better, rather than insult my intelligence. And I am glad that I don't have to speak Spanish.... just saying...
