Have you ever had a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right? I ignored mine for weeks. My husband, Eric, said he’d taken up jogging every morning, and I believed him.
But one morning, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to follow him. What I found turned my world upside down. My husband Eric started his morning runs about a month ago.
At first, I thought it was great — he’s always working long hours at his business, and I knew he rarely had time for himself. I was actually proud of him. After all, isn’t that what we encourage our spouses to do?
To take care of themselves? Eric and I have been married for 14 years. We have two boys — Max, who’s 13, and little Stuart, who just turned 8.
On the surface, we were a picture-perfect family. Eric owned a small but successful business, and while we were not rolling in money, we were comfortable. I work part-time at a local boutique, and most of my free time is spent keeping the house running and wrangling the boys.
Life was good — or so I thought. But then I started noticing some… oddities. For one, Max kept asking Eric if he could join him on his morning jogs.
Max has always idolized his dad, and the idea of father-son bonding over a jog seemed like a no-brainer. But Eric kept shutting him down. Not just a simple “Maybe next time, bud,” but a firm, almost snappy “NO, MAX.
I WANT TO RUN ALONE.”
“I just want to spend time with you, Dad,” Max had pleaded one morning, his eyes wide and hopeful. The desperation in his voice made my heart ache. Eric’s jaw had tensed.
“Not now, Max,” he’d said. I remember Max’s confused face the first time Eric said it. “Why can’t I come with you, Dad?” he’d asked.
Eric ruffled his hair and mumbled something about needing his runs to clear his head. I didn’t think much of it back then, but looking back, I wish I’d paid closer attention. That night, I’d watched Eric carefully.
He’d been distant and distracted. When I tried to touch his arm, he flinched… something he’d never done in 14 years of marriage.
“Everything okay?” I’d asked. He’d smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Everything’s fine.” A lie so smooth, so practiced, it sent a chill down my spine.
A few days later, I started noticing “other” things. His gym clothes — normally tossed on the floor when he got home — were oddly spotless. His running shoes, which should’ve been scuffed and worn from all the “jogging,” looked almost brand new.
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