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What Can I Do?

New Boo doesn't realize how much I love him. He doesn't see how much I sacrifice to be with him. I'm a social butterfly who loves to be out and about. Now that we're together, I'm with HIM. And I'm not mad about that at all. I love being with him -- hands down. But his jealousy colors everything, and there's only so much I can take.

I've been blessed to have a job that doesn't really require me to leave the house. So I'm home. A lot. I usually piddle around the house, or cook, or work. If possible, I like to have dinner ready when he gets home. Sometimes I like to kick it with my friends. We usually go have appetizers and drinks at our favorite spot on the Upper West Side. We dish on what's going on with us and go on our merry way.

I did this on Friday. Being the good girlfriend I am, I left dinner cooking low and slow in the oven. What did New Boo do? He hung out with his friends. When he finished, he went to Brooklyn to deal with the last of his stuff. All of this was cool. But when he came home, why did he ask me who'd been here with me. I said no one, and he looked like he didn't believe me.

Listen, if I wanted to cheat on him, I could. I may not be drop dead gorgeous, but I get my fair share of play from guys. But I'm not about that life. I'm about the life we're trying to build together. Why he thinks I'd do anything to jeopardize that is beyond me. And it's painful.

I love him and what we have more than life itself. But it's so hard to constantly be accused of cheating. It's like he's calling me a slut on the low, and it's painful. I feel like I'm being jerked around in a crazy way because one minute, he's accusing me of cheating and the next, he's asking me about rings.

I swear I love him. I do. And I want him to get past this. I need him to think as highly of me as I think of him. What can I do?

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