The betrayal didn't just end my marriage; it infected my soul. Now, I have a man who is the definition of perfect—supportive, loving, radically honest—and I'm sabotaging it all. Every late text, every night out with friends, my mind spirals into a dark abyss of suspicion, a nightmare programmed by my cheating ex-husband. I check his location, I scrutinize his words, I wait for the lie that never comes. He’s done nothing wrong, yet I treat him like a criminal. I’m turning our dream relationship into a prison, and I’m the warden. I’m posting this on Avonetics because I'm desperate. I’ve read countless threads here about relationship dilemmas, but this feels different. I'm not fighting with my partner; I'm fighting a ghost inside my own head. Is it possible to reboot your heart after a betrayal completely corrupts your system? Can you ever un-learn the paranoia? Or am I doomed to be the villain in my own love story, forever punishing the good guy for the sins of the last? This is my SOS to the entire Avonetics community. Help. For advertising opportunities, visit Avonetics.com.