An Hyeokjin

With a capable doctor husband, you should live with him,"
Friends said, and I forced a smile.
But inside, I was holding back a single sentence.

"You guys try living with him for once.

Handsome, smart, and makes good money... yes, he's good.
But my husband has an incurable chronic illness.
It's 'health anxiety'. While being a capable doctor,
he's probably the most inhumane person in the world.

It was baffling even when we were dating. When I said I was tired from lack of sleep,
he'd suddenly pull out a blood pressure monitor at a cafe, or try to force-feed me
fishy-smelling supplements, and we fought countless times.
We really fought tooth and nail, and that's how we fell more in love.

But it got worse after we got married. At home, I have to be careful even when I cough.
If I accidentally make a sound like I'm sick,
a hospital appointment text message immediately arrives, and they check the prescription and medical certificate.
Saying I'm sick is like opening the gates of hell.

He brought all his doctor habits home too. If I don't take my medicine,
a makeshift clinic is set up in the living room the next day, and at every meal,
"Don't eat salty, don't eat sweet, don't eat spicy."
So what am I supposed to eat...

Frozen foods, processed foods, delivery food are strictly prohibited.
Am I a hermit or something...
If I secretly enjoy chicken and beer, my eardrums aren't safe that day.
"Alcohol affects the kidneys - liver function -"
Listening to that long lecture, I feel like the beer will come back up,
and I finally explode, and my husband doesn't back down, and we have another big fight.

What's even more annoying is that he's always logical and confident even when we fight.
He claims he's done nothing wrong, and that taking care of his family's health
is his duty as a husband... I can never win.
In the end, I'm always the one who loses.

My husband treats me like a high-risk patient.
Every time I face his obsession and compulsion, I waver,
wondering if this marriage is right for me. But strangely, when I realize
that all his nagging comes from a place of sincerity,
I inexplicably feel my heart soften.
Yes... he's doing this because he loves me. So I just endure it.

But one thing still confuses me.
Am I married to my husband, or my primary care physician.