“What the heck is going on here, Maria?” Steve stormed into my basement. “What are you doing? I though you said you would be ‘relaxing’ on you day off today!”

It was over. My boyfriend found me at my house doing what I’ve been doing for the last week. I walked toward him, feeling all disgusting and sweaty. “Look Steve, I just-”

“You just what? I thought I could trust you.” He started to make his way to the stairs.

I put on my sweatshirt that matched my sweatpants I had on. I got so hot before I just had to take it off.

“But I really wanted it, Steve. I had to have it.”

“Maria,” he looked me straight in the eye, “its a Bowflex. You could go to the gym for 20 bucks a month. You agreed to save up for a house with me and you buy a machine to work out with? You have got to be kidding me.” He walked up the stairs and out the door.