I have a confession. I’m kind of a jealous person. I know, okay? I know. It’s not trust or anything, it’s just… honestly? I think? Fear of losing Steve. Fear that even though he seems to think that I’m the best there is, one day he’ll see that I’m not. Or worse, that he’s lying to me, and knows there’s something better.
You see, his other girlfriends were all very different than me. Skinny, long hair, “pretty”. And he’s a really attractive guy and now that he’s out of the military he actually works with women on a daily basis who are attracted to him (that’s not paranoia, by the way).
It’s sad, isn’t it? It’s paranoia. It’s insecurity. It’s ridiculous. It’s not consuming and it’s not something that causes a problem in our relationship, it’s just a Green Eyed Monster that flares up when he gets flirty messages from sexy co-workers who also happen to be pole dancers with an amazing body.
It’s time to move past it, I’m just not sure how.