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he Called Me a Boring, Overweight Man — So I Changed Everything | True Story
Aug 11, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories he Called Me a Boring, Overweight Man — So I Changed Everything | True Story Arthur had spent his life feeling second-best — to his charming twin brother, to his driven wife Paige, and even to himself. When betrayal shattered his marriage, Paige’s cruel words became the final spark that lit a fire inside him. This is a raw, emotional story of heartbreak, self-discovery, and transformation — not just of the body, but of the soul. Watch as Arthur fights through pain, rebuilds his confidence, and finally takes control of his life — not to win someone back, but to find himself. 💥 If you've ever been broken, doubted, or underestimated — this story is for you. 👉 Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more real-life transformation stories.
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My life had always felt like a
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competition. My twin brother Lance and I
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were named Arthur and Lance by our
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parents. A joke about knights of the
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round table. But the joke was on me.
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Lance, with his effortless charm and
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athleticism, was the golden child.
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I, the older twin by 2 minutes, was
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always struggling, always playing second
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fiddle. My marriage to Paige was no
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different. At first, it seemed perfect.
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She was smart, beautiful, and driven. We
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built a life together. Kids, a suburban
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home, stable jobs. But over time, the
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passion died. Our marriage became a
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routine, a sterile partnership of shared
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chores and logistics, not love.
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I was constantly chasing something just
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out of reach, desperate for the
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recognition I had craved my entire life.
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The breaking point came with a wave of
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nausea.
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As I pulled into my driveway, I was
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violently ill. Not just from fast food,
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but from a lifetime of swallowed pain
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and bitterness.
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That's when I saw the unfamiliar car. My
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stomach plummeted, the bile in my throat
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turning to dread. I knew with a
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certainty that chilled me to the bone,
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what I would find inside.
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I ran to the back door, and there, in my
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own home, my wife and another man were
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tangled in an embrace. I sprinted past
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them, my rage a white hot blur, crashing
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into the bathroom. I vomited again, this
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time from the sheer disgust of it all.
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When I stumbled out, Paige was barefoot,
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her bathrobe clutched around her,
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pleading. I shook her off, yelling at
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her to leave me alone.
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As I sped away, drowning her voice with
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the roar of my engine, I saw her in the
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rearview mirror. She was worried, but
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not enough to stop me. In that moment, I
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realized the full brutal truth. There
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was no love left between us. I drove
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straight to Lance's apartment. He was
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playing video games, a whirlwind of
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dirty dishes and clothes around him.
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"Everything okay, bro?" he asked, not
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looking away from the screen. "Are you
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supposed to be at work?" I snapped. "Are
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you?" he countered, shrugging.
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My rage, the kind that had been
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simmering for a lifetime, finally boiled
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over. I grabbed his controller and
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smashed it against the wall. "What the
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hell is wrong with you?" he yelled,
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jumping up. "You are what's wrong with
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me?" I shouted, poking him in the chest.
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"We fought, not like brothers, but like
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rivals. He was always stronger, always
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faster. In a flash, he knocked me out
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cold. I woke to the sound of his voice
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on the phone. I don't know what's wrong
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with him, he was saying. He tossed me an
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ice pack. You done acting like an idiot?
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Reluctantly, I told him everything. He
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grew serious, his usual cockiness
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replaced with genuine anger.
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That witch, he cursed. A knock at the
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door interrupted us. It was Paige.
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Lance, my night for once, told her I'd
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left and slammed the door in her face. I
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knew I couldn't hide forever. The next
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day, I went home. The house was a quiet
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stage, and the drama was about to begin.
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Paige tried to apologize, but her words
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felt hollow, more about me finding out
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than the act itself. The conversation
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was a dance of denial and avoidance, a
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desperate attempt to talk around the
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core issue. Finally, I snapped. "When
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was the last time we made love?" I
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demanded. She hesitated.
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What does that have to do with anything?
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It has to do with how you made me feel,
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I said, my voice raw. Like you were just
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doing me a favor.
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That guy, I thought bitterly. He gets
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enthusiasm.
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She didn't answer, and a tense silence
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fell over the room.
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Do you still love me, Paige? Her
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hesitation was my answer. Yes, she
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finally said, but not in the same way.
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Not in that way, I repeated, the words a
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bitter echo in my mind. The finality of
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it was crushing. I got up to leave, but
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she grabbed my hand.
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Don't run away, she pleaded. We need to
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finish this. What's left to say? I
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pulled away. You don't love me. You're
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twisting my words, Arty, she snapped.
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Her patience was finally gone, and her
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anger gave way to a cold, cruel honesty.
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You're right, she said with a malicious
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smirk. I was sparing your feelings. I
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wasn't going to tell you that you're a
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boring, overweight man who's terrible in
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bed. I wasn't going to tell you the last
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time we had fun was before I got
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pregnant. But since you insist. Her
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words cut deeper than any knife. My
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pride shattered. I was speechless.
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Seeing my reaction, her anger shifted to
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regret. Arty, I'm sorry, she began. But
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it was too late. I was already gone. Her
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words, boring, overweight man, echoing
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in my mind. Haunted by her words, I
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looked in the mirror and finally saw
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what she saw. A man who was a stranger
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to himself.
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Before yesterday, I thought my life was
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good, comfortable. But apparently that
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wasn't enough. A few days later, while
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waiting for the kids at a store, I saw a
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fit young guy named Phil. When I asked
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him how he stayed in shape, he handed me
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a gym card. I took it, unsure if I'd
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ever use it. But Paige's words were a
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relentless echo, and I finally drove to
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the gym. I felt completely out of place.
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But Naomi, the manager, greeted me
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warmly and showed me a wall of before
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and after photos.
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"That was me when I first joined," she
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said, pointing to a photo of herself at
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200 lb.
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Her story was my story, a wake-up call,
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a realization that things had to change.
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We all start somewhere, she said. Her
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words were the push I needed. I signed
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up. The workouts were brutal and the
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pain was constant, but it was a
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different kind of pain, a productive
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one.
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My trainer, Jerry, was a tough as nails
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life coach who had a no excuses
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attitude. He pushed me relentlessly, but
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it distracted me from the thoughts of
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Paige and her betrayal.
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Slowly, agonizingly, I started to
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change. My body achd. My diet was a
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constant battle. But with every workout,
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with every healthy meal, I was fighting
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back.
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Months passed in a blur of sweat and
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soreness. The separation from Paige was
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finalized, and I moved into a small
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apartment. The weight loss was slow, a
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frustrating 10 lbs in 3 months, and I
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was ready to quit. But Naomi, seeing my
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frustration, gave me a new piece of
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advice. Losing weight alone won't make
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you happy, Arthur. She said, "You need
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to know your worth beyond your
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appearance." A week later, I found
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myself in Paige's bathroom.
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I had come by to see the kids and to
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drop off her car keys. As I was getting
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dressed, I caught a glimpse of myself in
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the full-length mirror. I was stunned.
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My apartment had only a small mirror,
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and I hadn't been paying attention. The
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man I saw was not the one Paige had
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described. My chest had definition. My
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midsection was flatter. My shoulders
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were broader. I wasn't a magazine cover
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model. But for the first time in years,
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I saw an attractive man. And that man
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was me. That moment in the mirror was my
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turning point. I became more confident,
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more aware of my progress. The physical
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changes were obvious, but the mental
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ones were more profound. I walked with a
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new swagger. I was no longer a victim.
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Even Paige noticed. She stopped treating
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me with pity and started showing
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respect. Her eyes lingering on me in a
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way I had never seen before. A year
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after our separation, the divorce papers
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were ready. I decided to deliver them to
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her myself. A quiet, respectful end to
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our marriage.
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I found her in the bedroom getting ready
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for a date. She was wearing a beautiful
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black dress, one I had bought her years
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ago.
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How do I look, Arty? she asked. You look
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beautiful, I replied and meant it. This
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is the dress you bought me the night we
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conceived the twins, she said softly.
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The memory, once so precious, was now a
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painful ghost. I shook my head, pushing
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the ghosts away.
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I have something for you, I said,
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dropping the manila envelope on the bed.
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Her face fell. She turned away,
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dismissing the papers with a flat. I'll
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look at them when I get a chance. The
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weight of our shared past was heavier
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than any document. Later that week, I
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returned to my weekly biking class at
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the gym. I hadn't been in a while, and
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my absence was noticed by Colleen, a
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woman I had always found attractive.
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"You've slimmed down," she said, her
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eyes scanning me with a playful
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appreciation.
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I blushed, a feeling I hadn't
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experienced in years. Over the next few
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weeks, I kept coming back to the class
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just to talk to her. My confidence, a
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newfound and fragile thing, made me want
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to ask her out. But I always chickenened
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out. Then one day, she walked up to me.
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"Your friend over there told me you had
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something to ask me," she said, pointing
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to Jerry, who was winking at me from
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across the room. "Yeah," I stammered. I
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was wondering if you'd like to do
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something sometime.
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She smiled, a beautiful, genuine smile.
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Are you asking me out? Yes, I am, I
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said, my new confidence finally kicking
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in. Would you like to go out with me?
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Call me tonight, she said, handing me a
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slip of paper. Your friend bet me you
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wouldn't ask me out because you were too
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chicken. But I had faith in you. As she
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walked away, Jerry came over with a smug
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look on his face. "What did she want?"
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he asked, pretending to be clueless.
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"She came over to tell me what an
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intrusive idiot my trainer is," I said,
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and we both laughed.
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For the first time in a long time, the
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laughter was easy, genuine, and full of
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hope. My life was no longer a
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competition. It was a new beginning.
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