I love my husband very much. I have no other wish than for our relationship to remain intact. But in recent months, I've noticed that he's changed. It's not that far away, but I can feel the cold. It seems like he's not as affectionate as before, he doesn't call or simply say hello as often. Then along came his new boss—handsome, rich, charismatic, and always present at work. Since then, that's when I really felt jealous.
I hate to admit it, but it's true. I'm jealous. Not because he did anything wrong, but because I feel like something is missing between us. Those nights we watched together, those conversations after work — it seems to be slowly disappearing. I don't accuse him, because I know him. But I also can't stop the questions in my mind: "Is he still happy with me?" "Is his boss better than me?"
It's hard like this. Jealousy eats you up little by little. Sometimes I want to ask, but I'm afraid of being told that I doubt him. So sometimes, I just endure it. I just keep quiet but my chest feels heavy.
But I realized, I can't just keep everything to myself. I also don't want to break us up just because of my own fear. So even though it was hard, I tried to talk to him. Not to get angry or ask if there was something wrong with him. But to tell him that I miss the old us. That I want the old tenderness, the old closeness, and the simple care for each other back.
It's not easy to be jealous, but it's harder if you don't face it. Now, I've learned that trust is not just given — it's also nurtured. I've chosen to fight him not with anger or suspicion, but with understanding and love.
If there is a rich and handsome man around her, I don't need to compete. Because what I can give — true love and understanding — that's what no boss can buy.
