Once, it seems so long ago now, when I was still married to my ex, he noted my sister's distinct accent. He wanted to know, "Is that a Korean accent?"
I said, "No. Not really."
He shrugged and said, "Well, I'm glad that you don't have that accent. She sounds weird sometimes."
How do you mean, I wanted to ask but I didn't. Perhaps because I knew what he meant and didn't want to get into a futile argument.
As a small town midwesterner, my ex has no appreciation for an aural sensation of hearing his language roll off a foreigner's tongue. To him, foreign accents are a thing to be ridiculed. He doesn't understand when a woman sighs upon hearing a French accent. He hears Italian accent and imagines a dark haired lout who wines and dines women more smoothly than he.
And he would hear Korean accent and breathe a sigh of relief that his wife does not sound like that.