Years ago, my ex decided to start his morning workout in our bedroom, breaking from his usual routine. With my eyes still closed, I lay half-asleep, irritated by his heavy, odd breathing that grew louder by the minute. The noise pushed me to my limit, so I turned over, ready to snap at him to quiet down. But when I opened my eyes, I froze—his “workout” was nothing like I’d
imagined, revealing an awkward, hilarious scene that caught me off guard. The shock quickly turned to laughter, though the moment left a lasting memory. Reflecting on it now, it’s a quirky reminder of our past. I never confronted him about it, letting the silent surprise speak for itself. Years later, the story still brings a smile, a lighthearted tale from a time long gone.
