My husband doesn’t just wonder about my exes—he obsesses over them. It’s not casual curiosity, not harmless insecurity. It’s an endless, exhausting comparison game, one that I never agreed to play.

He compares everything—his looks, his success, even our most intimate moments. “Did he touch you like this?” “Was he better at this than I am?” “Did he make you happier?” His questions feel less like curiosity and more like an interrogation, a desperate attempt to prove that he is, in every way, superior to men who no longer exist in my life.

I chose him. I married him. But no matter how much love and commitment I show, he acts as if he’s in a silent competition—a battle he never signed up for, yet one he refuses to stop fighting.

At first, I reassured him. I told him the past doesn’t matter, that he is enough. But no matter how many times I say it, he doesn’t believe me. His mind keeps dragging us backward, pulling us into a reality where he is constantly measuring himself against ghosts—ghosts that only he can see.

Is this normal jealousy, or is it something darker? Something rooted so deep inside him that no amount of love can fix it?

And if he can’t let go of his obsession, will he ever be able to fully love me? Or will I always be the woman he loves… but never trusts?