I never thought my husband’s retroactive jealousy would become such a big part of our lives. He’s always been a confident man, but somewhere along the way, something shifted. Now, he’s constantly comparing himself to men from my past, men I barely remember, men who don’t matter anymore.

He’ll ask me about them out of nowhere, wanting to know things that don’t seem relevant. Did they make me laugh more? Were they better at certain things? Did I love them more than I love him? It’s like he’s looking for something, some confirmation that he’s the best I’ve ever had. But the truth is, he already is—if only he could see it.

I try to reassure him, but it never seems to be enough. His jealousy has turned into something bigger than I can handle, and it’s starting to change how I see our marriage. I love him, but I’m tired of constantly defending my past, of having to prove that he’s the one I want now. His insecurity is like a mirror, reflecting back doubts that don’t belong to me.

I don’t know how to make him see that he doesn’t need to compare himself to anyone. He’s the man I chose, the man I love. But his jealousy is pushing me away, and I’m afraid that one day, I’ll be too far gone to come back.