It’s strange how my past, something I thought was long behind me, has taken up so much space in my present. My husband’s retroactive jealousy has turned into a daily struggle, something neither of us seems to know how to handle. He’ll bring up men I haven’t thought about in years, asking questions that don’t just feel intrusive—they feel like accusations.
“Did you love him more than me?” he’ll ask, his eyes filled with doubt. Or, “Was he better at this or that?” I can see the insecurity in him, the way his mind has twisted our pasts into some sort of bizarre competition. The worst part is, I know there’s nothing I can say to ease his fears. No amount of reassurance or explanation seems to reach him.
At first, I thought it would pass. I believed that in time, he’d realize that those relationships are just fragments of my life that no longer matter. But as the months go by, I can feel the weight of his jealousy growing heavier. It’s as if we’re never alone in our marriage—there are always ghosts in the room, the ghosts of men I once knew, and they’re standing between us.
I wish I could make him see that they don’t matter. I chose him. I love him. But his need to compare himself to people who aren’t even here is driving a wedge between us. I can feel it, the distance growing, and I’m terrified of what might happen if it keeps widening. I don’t want to lose him, but how do you fight against something that’s only in someone else’s mind?
I’m left wondering if our love is strong enough to survive this. I want to believe it is, but each time he brings up the past, it chips away at the future I thought we were building. The ghosts of my past are haunting our present, and I’m afraid they might destroy our future.
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