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Jane had always been into fitness. She loved working out, especially during college. Recently, though, her gym routine took over her life. What started as a few visits a week turned into a daily obsession.
At first, I thought nothing of it. Jane was 40 and still in great shape. She balanced her job and took care of our kids, who were five and nine. About 18 months ago, she started going back to the gym. It fit into her schedule, so I didn’t see a problem.
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Then, things changed. She began going every day, even on weekends. She started doing double sessions, one in the morning and one in the evening. It felt extreme, especially since she was four months pregnant.
I noticed she was irritable when she missed a session. “It’s like she’s a junkie needing a fix,” I thought. I shared my concerns, but Jane got upset. “The gym is my time,” she said. I suggested working out together, but she refused.
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I confronted her one evening after she got back from the gym. “Jane, we need to talk,” I began, trying to keep my voice calm.
She sighed, “Peter, can this wait? I’m exhausted.”
“No, it can’t wait. I’m worried about you. You’re at the gym all the time. It’s not healthy, especially with the baby on the way.”
Jane’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t understand. The gym helps me relax. It’s my escape.”
“Escape from what?” I asked, my frustration growing. “From me? From the kids?”
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She threw her gym bag on the floor. “No, Peter. It’s not about you or the kids. It’s my time. I need it.”
“You’re overdoing it,” I insisted. “You’re missing out on time with us. The chores are piling up. People are starting to notice. Some even think you might be having an affair.”
Her face flushed with anger. “An affair? Seriously, Peter? That’s absurd.”
“Is it?” I shot back. “Because it feels like you’re hiding something. You won’t even let me join you at the gym.”
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“That’s because I need this for myself!” she shouted. “Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because it’s tearing us apart,” I said, my voice breaking. “I miss you, Jane. The kids miss you.”
Jane’s expression softened for a moment, but then she shook her head. “I can’t give this up, Peter. I won’t.”
We stood there in silence, the distance between us growing. Finally, she picked up her bag and walked past me. “I’m going to bed,” she said quietly. “We’ll talk about this later.”
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I wasn’t insecure. I also worked out and stayed in shape for my job. But Jane’s obsession with the gym was different. She was over-exercising and neglecting chores, leaving them all to me. People around us noticed.
They commented on her constant gym visits and how she’d changed. Some even hinted at an affair. It made me afraid to face our close circle of friends and family. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. The rumors were like a dark cloud hanging over me.
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Every time I saw someone whispering or casting a sympathetic glance my way, it cut deep. I started to avoid social gatherings, fearing the inevitable questions and silent judgments.
Emotionally, I was a wreck. My mind was constantly racing, filled with thoughts of Jane’s strange behavior and the possibility of her being unfaithful.
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I felt betrayed, but more than that, I felt helpless. I couldn’t shake off the anxiety that gnawed at me every day. My confidence was shattered, and I started doubting myself. Was I not good enough? Had I failed as a husband? These thoughts consumed me, making it hard to focus on anything else.
I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I needed answers. Recently, I followed her to the gym. I waited 20 minutes before going in as a visitor. After changing clothes, I walked into the main hall.
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I was amazed. There was Jane, teaching aerobics to about 20 men. “She must be working here as a trainer,” I thought. I went to the registration to check. They confirmed it – Jane was conducting personal lessons there.
Relief washed over me. This explained her absence. I decided to wait for her near the hall. When the training ended, the men left. I went in and saw Jane kissing a man. Anger surged through me. “What are you doing?” I shouted. “Are you cheating on me?”
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Jane’s eyes widened in shock. “Peter, what are you doing here?” she stammered, pulling away from the man.
“I followed you, Jane. I had to know what was going on,” I said, my voice trembling with rage. “And now I see it. Who is he?”
The man stepped forward, his expression smug. “I’m James,” he said. “Jane and I… we love each other.”
“Love?” I echoed, my heart breaking. “Jane, you’re pregnant with our child. How could you do this?”
Jane’s face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But James and I… we just connected.”
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“Connected?” I repeated, feeling a surge of bitterness. “While I’m at home, taking care of everything, you’re here with him?”
James put an arm around Jane, and I wanted to punch him. “We’ll make it work, Peter. I’ll take care of her, and the baby too,” he said confidently.
I looked at Jane, searching her eyes for any sign of the woman I married. “Is this really what you want?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Jane nodded, her eyes full of pain. “Yes, Peter. I’m sorry. I can’t live a lie anymore.”
I turned away, feeling the weight of betrayal crush me. “Then we’re done,” I said, my voice hollow. “I’ll file for divorce. And I’ll demand a paternity test.”
Jane sobbed as I walked out of the gym, my world shattered.
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Jane was taken aback. She left me for the man in her class, James. James swore he loved her and was ready to raise the child, even if it wasn’t his. I filed for divorce and demanded a paternity test. Jane took her belongings and left with her lover.
It broke me. Our 15-year marriage ended so abruptly. Jane explained, “I finally found true love at 40.” She was willing to share custody of our kids. The paternity test confirmed I was the father of her child.
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Months later, I heard from relatives that James treated Jane poorly. He also started being distant toward Jane, just like she was to me. He snapped at her every chance he got and made her feel worthless.
Jane, who once thrived on attention and affection, was now craving the love and support she had taken for granted. James, once attentive and caring, became cold and dismissive.
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He would leave the house for long hours, sometimes not even bothering to tell Jane where he was going. The vibrant woman I once knew was now a shadow of herself, living in constant anxiety and regret.
Arguments became frequent. Jane would plead, “James, please talk to me. We can work through this.”
But James would snap back, “I don’t have time for this, Jane. You’re always nagging. Just leave me alone.”
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Each harsh word and cold shoulder chipped away at her. She realized too late the mistake she had made. The man she left me for was not the loving partner she thought he would be. He made her feel insignificant and alone.
Jane found herself reflecting on our life together, understanding now the stability and care she had traded away. When we spent time with the kids, she barely looked me in the eye.
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She was embarrassed about how her life had turned out. Jane’s once confident demeanor was now replaced by a sense of shame and regret. She tried to put on a brave face for the kids, but I could see the pain behind her eyes.
She was haunted by the choices she made, knowing that she had thrown away a stable and loving family for a relationship that quickly soured. Surprisingly, it amused me. She deserved it for her betrayal. I moved on, focusing on our kids and rebuilding my life without her.
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