This is so true. Every word. My previous husband was a very jealous man. I could barely speak to another man and I was peppered with questions, accusations. I wasn't cheating on him or doing anything wrong, but it didn't matter. His jealousy, his insecurity, his accusations, they did nothing but destroy us. To me, a friend is a friend. Running into a friend you haven't seen in a long time and stopping to chat with them is normal. It shouldn't matter if that person is a guy or a girl. I ran into an old friend at a laundromat once and we decided to grab lunch together and catch up. It happened to be a guy, and when I casually mention the whole "oh, guess who I ran into today" thing with my husband, he lost his ****. I did nothing wrong, sitting and eating and chatting with someone isn't wrong, and I would have done the same thing with a female friend, but to him...I was a whoring cheating **** who was obviously screwing anything with a penis. I couldn't take it. His jealously, his innuendos, his insecurity. I couldn't take being blamed for things I didn't do, being treated as if I had. Feeling watched and criticized at every turn. It's horrible. jealousy can fuel abuse. Even if not physical, the emotional is still there.