It always starts with an innocent question. She’ll ask, “How was work?” and you’ll think she actually wants to know. You’ll mention a conversation or interaction with a female coworker, completely neutral, just telling her about your day. You think nothing of it. But she files it away.
Hours later, when you’re winding down for bed, the real question hits you like a brick. Out of nowhere, she’ll ask, “So, who is this Jessica you were talking to?” Now the interrogation begins. She’ll probe your tone, your choice of words, even the way you casually mentioned her name. You thought you were just talking, but she heard something else. She heard competition. She heard betrayal.
Women don’t compartmentalize the way men do. You separate work life from personal life. She blends it all together. That’s why even a harmless mention of a female coworker turns into suspicion. To her, every other woman is a potential rival, even if she pretends she’s “not the jealous type.”
You want peace? Don’t give her ammunition. You don’t need to lie, you don’t need to explain, you need to be strategic. Talk about the job, talk about the tasks, talk about anything except the women you work with. Because once her imagination takes over, logic will be useless and you’ll find yourself defending a battle you never signed up for.
