There we were again, in the middle of a small disagreement that had spiraled into something bigger. It wasn’t long before my husband, as usual, brought up another man from my past. This time, it was a guy I dated in college, someone I barely even remember. Yet somehow, my husband has this uncanny ability to recall every detail I’ve ever shared about him—and then turn it into a measuring stick against himself.

“Do you think he was more successful than me?” he asked, his voice tinged with insecurity. I sighed deeply, trying to maintain my patience. “He’s not even in my life anymore, and I don’t think about him,” I said gently, hoping that would be enough.

But it never is. No matter what I say, he always circles back to the same questions. Why can’t he just accept that he’s the man I married, the one I want to be with? His constant comparisons with my past relationships make me feel like I’m being judged for something I can’t change, and it’s exhausting.

Sometimes, I wonder if we can ever truly be happy as long as he lets these old memories control our present. His jealousy over things that no longer matter is slowly eroding the love we’ve built.