I was that wife who nagged at her husband that he is checking out this woman, that he thinks she is more pretty, that he wants to sleep with her, etc. I was that wife. I made going out hell. I would tell my husband how I am to ugly to really be let outside the house and how I feel bad for him. I was that crazy wife.
I can't pin-point when I stopped. I am just glad I did and glad we are together.
I slowly realized it was tearing us apart and I had to get my shit together. I realized those were my issues and he was not treating me horrible. He wasn't cheating on me. He loved me.