Balloons floated as I unwrapped Greg’s “surprise” gift: a scale. “No more excuses!” he crowed, filming my shock. Guests avoided my eyes. That night, I vowed to reclaim my worth—not for him, but for me.
My journey began with shaky walks and green tea that tasted like grass. I failed yoga, aced mom-life multitasking, and discovered muscles I didn’t know existed. When I became a certified trainer, Greg suddenly noticed my “glow.” His compliments reeked of ego: “I knew you had it in you.”
But his “push” wasn’t support—it was control. So, for his birthday, I gift-wrapped karma: divorce papers in the same glittering box. His face paled. “This isn’t funny!” he spat.
“It’s not a joke,” I said. “You weighed my value—now I’m choosing mine.” As I left, the crisp evening air smelled like freedom. That scale? It’s now a stepping stone in my fitness studio, reminding clients that true strength starts from within.
