I remember when my first husband ( before things went totally south) and I used to meet at the bar and dance. I didn't know he was cheating on me... It was my bar first, then he followed me to Florida and started going to the same bar...
Everyone there knew he was with all these others. I would come in and we would dance, and then someone else would dance with me, and I wouldn't get as close, or let them hold me like he did, these guys would get miffed "You let him!" I said, "He's my husband!" I should have taken the clue when they said "Yeah, right" I was so naive.
I loved him. When I found out he was cheating again, which was why I left him in the first place, I said it was over, and then I was the B****...
Jealousy? Why bother, obviously, if he was mine, he wouldn't have strayed. He wasn't mine, had no concept of the word marriage.