I married my husband, but sometimes, it feels like he married my entire dating history. Our life together isn’t just about us—it’s about every man who came before him, every relationship I had, every moment that no longer matters to me but seems to consume him.

His jealousy isn’t about the present. It’s not about who I talk to, who I spend time with, or even what I do now. It’s about a past that existed before him, a past that I can’t change. And yet, he treats it like an open wound, something that should have never happened, something that—if he dwells on it long enough—he can somehow erase.

At first, I tried to be patient. I answered his questions, reassured him, reminded him that he is the one I chose. But my words never seem to be enough. His mind still drifts back to people I’ve forgotten, nights I barely remember, and moments that hold no significance to me—but for him, they have become an obsession.

I feel like I’m constantly being put on trial for a life I lived before I even knew he existed. And no matter how much love I pour into our marriage, it’s never enough to silence his doubts.

How do you build a future with someone who won’t stop looking back? How long before my past, the one I’ve left behind, becomes the thing that destroys us?