I really thought we had left our pasts behind when I married my husband. It was okay with me that he had a past before me; everyone does. Not right away, though. Little things started to bother me. Many times, his ex would message him, and he would quickly offer to help her. I tried to stay calm and believe that he meant well until I couldn’t ignore the trend any longer.
I told him in a soft voice that it made me feel bad. He smiled, brushed off my worry, and said, “She can’t depend on anyone else.” “I’m just being nice.” When he left our anniversary dinner early to fix her sink, I wanted to be kind, but it felt like it was only being kind to her. Not because I was jealous, but because I felt like I was always second. I didn’t understand why he wasn’t showing the same compassion for my feelings as he did for hers.
Then, one afternoon, my ex called to see if I still had a work contact he needed. I thought about ignoring it, but then I remembered all the times I had been told to accept that my husband was helpful. That’s why I also helped—just a simple word. That night, my husband became very quiet and seemed to be upset. To my question, “Is everything okay?” he replied, “I need some time to think.”
He said sorry the next morning. Being able to see me help someone from my past made him understand how awkward it could be. It wasn’t about being jealous; it was about setting limits and being respectful. We sat down, really listened, and decided that out of respect for each other, we would not talk to our ex-partners as much. Love doesn’t just grow through big actions; it grows when two people understand each other, set healthy limits, and choose each other every day.
