Look I get it, I know he wasn't easy to come by. Who knows how many months of dry fasting you had to endure? Can the seeds you sowed and the tithe you paid not fill a drum? Who knows how many nights you did 'tdb' studying the Kama Sutra just to clinch the deal and finally get him to put a ring on it? Well we can never know but believe me when I say, I understand.
Still that's no reason for your insecurity. In fact be insecure all you want, I don't care. I only care when you choose to insult me just because you cannot contain this insecurity. Know that when I see your husband the first thing I think is that this is a person, human, man. These are the thoughts before I wonder if he's married or not. Well guess what, because "husband" is not his identity. He is a person first. So when I choose to nod a greeting or smile politely at him, I'm acknowledging a person and not necessarily somebody's husband.
So when earlier this evening I went to get a few groceries and I was leaving I saw a man almost collapsing under the weight of grocery bags I quickly rushed to help him with one, because that's what people, nice people do, I wasn't thinking this is somebody's husband. I was thinking this is a man that could do with some assistance. Then you can came from behind me and all but pushed me to the ground baring your fangs at me and you gruffly said "thank you I can do it" and not even caring when I lost my balance, you have no idea how humiliated I felt and how embarrassing that was.
Thus, naturally I'm seething and two hours after I got home I'm still thinking about it. And now that this happened it calls to mind all the times that I've had to change my mind about greeting someone because one madam is at the corner, eyes blazing. Or the times I've wanted to ask him an innocent question but I'd have to direct the question to the Mrs instead lest I be perceived as a snatcher. Yeah, most times I do that out of respect for the Mrs but sometimes it's just plain fear that those fangs might strike.
And so I've said my piece. I don't doubt that there are girls out there who live to share your husband with you. And no, it's not written on anyone's forehead thus your fangs are always waiting, ready to be bared. But still know that not all of us want to, and when one is polite to your Mr rather than shove her away, remember that he and you are ONE, and as such rather than stand alone and express animosity, unite with him as one and express gratitude or return the courtesy, either with him or on his behalf.