So twenty years ago pre-punting life, I ended up in a short relationship with a WG. She was forthright and honest from day one, student who used work at weekends. In the beginning i was a bit apprehensive but she was stunning, i was punching way above my weight. The sex was great and she was loads of fun.
But then overtime i started getting paranoid/jealous, when we walked down the street and some guy checked her out, had he fucked her etc
Then as the weekend would come around my mood would drop and i just wasn't happy, not her fault all in my head.
Had to break it off as i was driving myself nuts. Didn't ask her to stop or change just couldn't deal with it myself.
Back then i was young and immature and a little naive, if it was now i think it might be different and i would be more understanding.