Gym Trouble: A Husband's Dilemma

Twelve years of marriage. Twelve. And I honestly thought the biggest threat

to our relationship was me forgetting our anniversary. Poor, naïve me.

It all started when Helena became super dedicated to the gym. Totally fine — who

doesn’t want to be healthier, right? But then she began going every day…

then twice a day… and always with the personal trainer. A guy who looked like he’d been hand-crafted

by the gods of crossfit. I, sweet summer child, genuinely thought it was just motivation.

Until one day, while checking her phone to find the vet’s number, I found a message

from Mr. Muscles himself: “Yesterday was intense… let’s repeat on Wednesday?”