I couldn't wear cologne. If I did, she would go into one of here little jealousy mental pits and think that somehow that meant I was cheating on her. I would get a pissy, "Why are you wearing cologne?" any time I had it on. The only time I did not get that was when I was going out with her.
Even small things like that—just wanting to put some cologne on—got to be a fearful thought. I knew that if I put it on I was going to be questioned and then shunned once again.