My husband’s new tattoo makes me wonder if we ever had sex or not

31F. My husband (32M) went to get a tattoo on Friday. After 5-6 hours he shows me the tattoo and how it looked. <br><br>Now, for context, I have a few tattoos myself. I got my first tattoo at 17, and the tattoo artist always had a TV with a cartoon playing in the background or asked about school and stuff. I was never uncomfortable and always felt safe.<br><br>My husband’s tattoo artist didn’t have a TV, but they did have some music playing. After the session was over, the tattoo artist was talking about the music. She was asking about which artists I liked and we talked for a few minutes about it all. <br><br>I was completely unbothered and enjoyed the conversation I had with her. I told my husband that it was a shame he didn’t have a tv with a cartoon playing or something. <br><br>He was quiet for about 10 minutes and was kinda distant from me after that. He usually talks about anything that’s on his mind and it’s unlike him to not say anything and sulk.<br><br>Yesterday, I went to my appointment (I’ve been getting my hair done by the same stylist for years) and told her what happened. She immediately started telling me a story about her assistant and how he was in love with her and was jealous of the way she was talking to male coworkers.<br><br>It made me wonder if my husband is jealous, which I don’t understand because the tattoo artist was a woman, and that’s why I’m here, posting this. <br><br>I’ve been rethinking our past and all the times I’ve had conversations with men and I don’t remember any time where he’s been uncomfortable with it. <br><br>I even had a guy at school that was a good friend of mine and he was also jealous of our friendship.<br><br>I don’t know what to think about it anymore because I don’t even know if my husband has ever been happy with me talking to other guys in general or if it’s just this tattoo artist. <br><br>I’m not a “gamer girl” that guys go after. I’m just a regular woman that works a regular office job. <br><br>I can’t help but feel like my choices and actions have been policed all my life. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I’ve done something wrong. <br><br>I just want to feel safe and be able to talk to whoever I want about anything without being judged for it.