My Husband Is Going Through a Mid-Life Crisis
So I come home the other day, expecting my usual meatloaf of a husband to be on the couch with his usual bag of chips, watching sports, feet up on the couch. It’s been that way for years, and I’m OK with that as long as he’s happy.
What do I see when I get home? He’s in full workout gear, lifting weights in the living room! MY husband! The man with no muscle definition is working up a sweat and grunting like an animal. So I gently ask him, “What gives?” and he says he’s over forty and tired of being a sloth (I’ll second that) and that starting today, he’s eating healthy, working out, and even found a place online to buy legal steroids to help with muscle mass. I’m not sure how long this will last, but he seems pretty serious about it, so I’ll support him all the way. Bodybuilding is a safe sport and I can keep an eye on him so he doesn’t do anything crazy like try to lift a car.
I wonder when the little red sports car will show up in our garage? Isn’t that the next step in a midlife crisis? This could be great! I get a buff husband AND a new sportscar! I’m excited!
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