ok my brotha and to all of the jealous brothas and sistas out there sit up and pay REAAAAAAAAL close attention.
JEALOUSY IS NOT THE SAME AS LOVE. When you love someone you trust and respect them - PERIOD! There is no room for insecurity or doubt.
My husband is an attractive man. I have been with him my ENTIRE adult life (since the age of 21). MANY years of marriage and four children later I have NEVER had a singular jealous feeling over him. We met in a gym. He is not the hyugest guy, but still looks waaaaaaaay better than 99% of the men his age or even a decade younger I dare say. I always made sure that his haircut and clothing, etc were up to date because I wanted him to look his best always as he represented us. He was the SOLE wage earner in our relationship once I stayed home with the children. I NEVER ONCE checked his work tickets against bank deposits (We are self-employed. He is an electrical contractor.), NEVER ONCE asked him why it took him so long to come home, NEVER ONCE looked into his wallet ....NOR DID THE THOUGHT EVER CROSS MY MIND. He worked in peoples' homes for God's sake! Tell me that there is NOT ONE neglected horny housewife who wouldn't just DIE to have him turn her "on"?! I would PUSH HIM OUT THE DOOR to go out and socialize and make DAMNED SURE that he was one of the finest looking men at the club/restaurant/whatever. I never asked him why he was out so late. Hell, the only thing I asked if that if he had too much to drive, call a cab or ring the phone. I would rather get the kids out of bed at 3AM and drive wherever than to get a call that I needed to bail his sorry ass out of jail for a DWI - God forbid he kill someone!
He could never understand. He said that I must not care about him because I never gave him a hard time and questioned his whereabouts. How come I could sleep not knowing EXACTLY WHERE HE WAS GOIN AND WHAT HE WAS DOING AND WHO HE WAS DOING IT WITH?!
Sadly, he CONSTANTLY GAVE ME SHIT for the most ridiculous crap.....regardless of the fact that I WORSHIPPED HIM and HIM ONLY! I was faithful even in my dreams (and it's not like I didn't have ample opportunity in REAL LIFE). I ate, slept, breathed, him and our girls. I cooked, cleaned, sewed, played, painted, supported, listened, guided - you name it, I did it.
........and what did it get me in the end?