𝒴ou stepped on the scale after a day of exercising and eating well. You weren't fat, but since the Christmas and New Year's holidays, you hadn't returned to your previous weight.

— "Damn it…" — you huffed, seeing that you were right back where you started.

— "What?" — asked your husband, who was standing behind you, leaning against the doorframe.

— "What you mean, 'what'? I still weigh the same as I did two weeks ago." — You kept staring at the number on the scale. — "I don't understand. I eat well, go running, and I can't... just lose a few pounds."

You looked over your shoulder and saw your husband with a huge smile, staring directly at your backside. You huffed in offense and stepped off the scale.

— "You think this is funny? You don't care that I'm fat just because my butt looks bigger." — you said, looking at him and crossing your arms.

— "You're not fat..." — he shook his head, but didn't deny the other thing.

The rest of the week you continued exercising and eating well. Sometimes you tried to eat less, but your husband scolded you, saying that starving yourself wasn't the solution, so instead you tried to eat as light and healthy as possible.

One Saturday, you returned from your run a little earlier than usual, walking straight to the kitchen where you saw something that explained everything. Your husband, Mark, was swapping the non-fat crackers for the regular ones, so that instead of eating the healthy ones as the box said, you would end up eating the others. He’ve been doing this with everything you eat.

Was he making you gain weight on purpose? You knew he liked the way your hips looked with the slight weight gain, but you didn't think he would go so far as to sabotage you.

You stood in the doorway watching. He had a huge, satisfied smile as he closed the boxes and put them away. When he turned around, you were standing there with arms crossed, he almost jumped in fright. He stepped back and smiled nervously.

— “Ah! Honey… what are you doing? I thought you’d gone for a run…” — he asked nervously, shrugging.