I never imagined that my past would become such a focal point in my marriage. But here we are again, my husband asking about another man I used to date. This time, it’s someone I barely remember—a brief fling that meant nothing, but to him, it’s another threat.

“Was he better looking than me?” he asks, his voice filled with uncertainty. I sigh, trying to be patient. “That was so long ago,” I say softly. “You’re my husband. I don’t compare you to anyone from my past.”

But my words don’t seem to bring him the comfort he’s seeking. Instead, he keeps digging, wanting to know every detail about relationships that ended long before we ever met. It’s exhausting, and it’s hurting us. His jealousy over the men in my past is driving a wedge between us, making it hard to enjoy the present or look forward to the future.

I love my husband, but I can’t keep living like this—constantly being compared to memories that mean nothing to me now. I don’t know how to make him see that he’s the one I want, the one I love. If he can’t let go of the past, I fear it will tear us apart.