When I knew
It was fall 2022 and I was on the peloton. It was early evening and I was congratulating myself for actually getting on the bike, given my love-hate relationship with exercise. I had music playing and was singing along when my husband walked through the door. Now, my husband had purchased the bike for my birthday and often encouraged me to ride it. He laughed when I sang along and seemed to get a kick out of it. Not that night. "Why are you on the bike NOW?" he snarled. "You've had all day to ride it, dammit." But it wasn't his words-it was the look in his eyes. Hatred. Like actual hatred. "I'm sorry," I stammered, "I only have five minutes left and by the time you change your clothes, I'll be done." He stormed upstairs. Later I found out (from my friend who is married to his friend) that he was getting in shape for his girlfriend. That hurt. But I will never, ever forget the look in his eyes that night. There was no coming back from that, I thought. I was correct.