Have you ever had a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right? I ignored mine for weeks. My husband, Eric, said he’d taken up jogging every morning, and I believed him. But one morning, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to follow him. What I found turned my world upside down.
My husband Eric started his morning runs about a month ago. At first, I thought it was great — he’s always working long hours at his business, and I knew he rarely had time for himself. I was actually proud of him. After all, isn’t that what we encourage our spouses to do? To take care of themselves?
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Eric and I have been married for 14 years. We have two boys — Max, who’s 13, and little Stuart, who just turned 8. On the surface, we were a picture-perfect family. Eric owned a small but successful business, and while we were not rolling in money, we were comfortable.
I work part-time at a local boutique, and most of my free time is spent keeping the house running and wrangling the boys.
Life was good — or so I thought. But then I started noticing some… oddities.
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For one, Max kept asking Eric if he could join him on his morning jogs. Max has always idolized his dad, and the idea of father-son bonding over a jog seemed like a no-brainer. But Eric kept shutting him down.
Not just a simple “Maybe next time, bud,” but a firm, almost snappy “NO, MAX. I WANT TO RUN ALONE.”
“I just want to spend time with you, Dad,” Max had pleaded one morning, his eyes wide and hopeful. The desperation in his voice made my heart ache.
Eric’s jaw had tensed. “Not now, Max,” he’d said.
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I remember Max’s confused face the first time Eric said it. “Why can’t I come with you, Dad?” he’d asked.
Eric ruffled his hair and mumbled something about needing his runs to clear his head. I didn’t think much of it back then, but looking back, I wish I’d paid closer attention.
That night, I’d watched Eric carefully. He’d been distant and distracted. When I tried to touch his arm, he flinched… something he’d never done in 14 years of marriage.
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“Everything okay?” I’d asked.
He’d smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Everything’s fine.” A lie so smooth, so practiced, it sent a chill down my spine.
A few days later, I started noticing “other” things. His gym clothes — normally tossed on the floor when he got home — were oddly spotless. His running shoes, which should’ve been scuffed and worn from all the “jogging,” looked almost brand new.
“Something isn’t right,” a voice inside me screamed. “Something is very, very wrong, Anna.”
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My gut whispered that something wasn’t adding up. But instead of asking Eric outright, I decided to keep an eye on him.
Little did I know how much my world was about to change.
One morning, I got up early, careful not to wake the boys. I stood by the window, watching as Eric laced up his pristine running shoes and grabbed his water bottle.
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“Going for a run?” I asked casually, leaning against the doorway, my voice deliberately light.
“Yep,” he said, barely glancing at me. The coldness in his tone was unmistakable.
I gave him a small smile, even though my stomach felt like it was tied in knots. “Be safe,” I whispered. He nodded and headed out the door, not looking back.
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I waited a few minutes before grabbing my car keys and following him. My hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. “What am I doing?” The rational part of my mind screamed. “This isn’t me. I’m not the type of woman who follows her husband.”
But something deeper and primal drove me forward.
At first, everything seemed normal. He jogged down the street, his pace steady and unremarkable. I stayed far enough behind so that he wouldn’t notice me. I was guilty but I had no choice. After two blocks, he slowed down. Then, he turned down a quiet residential street.
That’s when things got STRANGE.
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Eric stopped in front of a modest blue house — nothing fancy, but well-kept. He glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, then pulled a key out of his pocket and let himself in.
I sat in my car, FROZEN. “What the hell?” I whispered to myself, a cold fear spreading through my veins.
After a few moments, I got out and walked quietly up to the house. I felt ridiculous, like some kind of amateur detective, but I had to know what was going on. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last.
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I peeked through the window, and my stomach dropped.
There he was — my husband — wrapped around HER.
Lucy. His new secretary. The woman I’d welcomed into our home. The woman I’d trusted.
I watched in stunned silence as they kissed, laughing like two people without a care in the world. Their intimacy was casual and comfortable… like this wasn’t a new affair. This was something that had been happening for a while.
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My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures of them. Betrayal burned through me like acid. Memories flashed: our wedding day, the births of our sons, and the quiet moments of shared laughter.
I wanted to scream, barge in, and demand an explanation. But I forced myself to stay calm and I stormed back to my car.
“Not yet,” I told myself. “Not yet, Anna. This isn’t the time for confrontation.”
My hands were trembling, and my face felt hot with anger. I couldn’t stop replaying what I’d seen — the way he touched her, the way he looked at her… the way they both… Oh my God.
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“Fourteen years,” I thought. “Fourteen years reduced to this moment of betrayal.”
But I wasn’t going to fall apart. If Eric wanted to betray me, I was going to make sure he REGRETTED it… BIG TIME.
My hands shook as I pulled over and walked into a small print shop, the photos burning a hole in my phone’s gallery. The man behind the counter greeted me with a polite smile, but I barely managed to nod back.
“Can you print these?” I asked as I slid my phone across the counter.
He glanced at the images briefly, his brows rising slightly, but he didn’t say a word. He just nodded and got to work.
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Each click of the printer felt like a bullet of revenge. My heart pounded as the images began sliding out, vivid and damning. I stared at the glossy prints, anger coursing through me like fire.
“He thinks he can do this to me? To our family?” I thought.
By the time the man handed me the stack of photos, my grip was steady, and my resolve unshakable. “Thank you,” I said curtly, tucking the prints into my bag.
Walking out of the shop, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. “This is going to hurt, Eric. And you deserve every second of it.”
I grabbed the photos I’d taken and headed straight to his office.
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I wasn’t subtle about it. I marched in, ignoring the startled glances from his employees, and started pinning copies of the photos to every desk. Each one had a caption scrawled in bold red letters:
“THIS IS HOW YOU CAN GET A RAISE IN THIS COMPANY!”
“Look at your perfect boss,” I muttered under my breath. “Look at the man you respect. He’s in her house right now!”
Gasps filled the room as people stared at the images, their whispers growing louder with each passing second. I saw shock, disgust, and disbelief spreading across their faces. Some looked away. Some stared, transfixed. And some started whispering things.
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Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the door slamming open, and there he was — Eric, his face red with fury. “Anna, what the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” I said, crossing my arms. “Your employees deserve to know the kind of boss they’re working for. The kind of husband you are.”
His eyes darted to the photos, and for a moment, he looked panicked. The confident man from the blue house was gone. Now, he looked like a child caught in a lie.
But then he composed himself, his voice lowering dangerously. “We need to talk. Now.”
I smiled, tossing my car keys at him. “Oh, we absolutely do.”
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We argued the entire ride home.
“You had no right —” Eric began, his voice desperate.
“No right? You had no right to destroy our family. What were you thinking, Eric? Did you even think about Max and Stuart?”
Tears threatened to spill, but I fought them back. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
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“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Wasn’t supposed to be like what?” I screamed. “A lying, cheating husband? A father who betrays his family?”
“No, Anna —”
“Then how was it supposed to be, Eric? You cheat on me, lie to our kids, and sneak around with your secretary, but hey, as long as you’re happy, right? You’re free to do anything you please… only because you’re a man, right?”
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A flash of shame crossed his face. For a moment, I saw the man I married — the man who used to look at me like I was his whole world.
He didn’t respond. The silence was deafening.
When we got home, I grabbed my things and locked myself in the bedroom, ignoring his pleas to talk. Each knock on the door felt like another betrayal.
I wasn’t ready to listen… not yet. Not when my entire world had just shattered into a million pieces.
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I refused to talk to him after that. And within the next few days, Eric’s business was in shambles.
When word of his rendezvous with his secretary became public, employees began resigning in large numbers. No one wanted to work for a man who promoted mistresses instead of merit. Each resignation was another nail in the coffin of his professional reputation.
I filed for divorce a week later. The paperwork felt like liberation — each signature a step towards healing.
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When I told the boys, Max was quiet for a long time. The silence was heavy, laden with disappointment and confusion. Finally, he looked up, his eyes filled with a pain no 13-year-old should ever have to experience.
“I always thought Dad was a hero,” he said softly. “Guess I was wrong.”
Those words shattered something inside me. Not because of Eric, but because of the innocence my son had lost.
Hearing those words broke my heart, but I knew I’d done the right thing.
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The last time I saw Eric, he looked like a shell of himself. His business was gone, his reputation was ruined, and Lucy? She’d left him for someone with a bigger bank account.
Gone was the confident man who used to stride through life. In his place was a broken, desperate stranger.
“Anna,” he pleaded on the road. “I made a mistake. Please… can we fix this?”
The audacity. The absolute audacity of that request.
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I stared at him for a long moment, letting his words hang in the air. Every memory of our marriage — the good and the bad — flickered through my mind like an old movie reel.
Then I smiled… a cold, empty smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You know, Eric, you were right about one thing. Jogging really does clear your head.”
And with that, I turned and walked away to my new apartment, leaving him to deal with the mess he’d made.
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Elliot Page’s Journey Into Finding His New Life in a Male Body
Actress Ellen Page made a remarkable change on her social media profiles on December 1, 2020, revealing a new male identity as Elliot. This unexpected transformation quickly gained widespread attention as Elliot’s posts began circulating online. Netflix promptly responded by updating the credits of their movies and series to acknowledge this change. On Twitter, an outpouring of support was evident, with a post expressing immense pride and love for the newly emerged Elliot.
Life in the body of a woman
Achieving success in the film industry while presenting as a female, Paige made a remarkable entrance into the world of acting at the tender age of 10. Her inaugural role as Maggie MacLean in Pit Pony proved to be an instant triumph, garnering her a nomination for the esteemed Young Artist Award and paving the way for numerous exciting career prospects. By the time Ellen reached 18, she had already amassed an impressive repertoire of over a dozen roles in diverse movies and television shows, a testament to her exceptional talent and unwavering commitment to her craft.
Page’s career reached a significant milestone with their prominent portrayal in the film Juno. Esteemed film critics showered Page with praise, recognizing their “astonishing talent,” while the movie itself was hailed as one of the standout films of the 2000s. At the young age of 20, Page made history as the fourth youngest nominee for the prestigious Academy Award for Best Actress, a truly remarkable accomplishment.
The start of a new life
Despite outwardly achieving success, Page grappled with a sense of incompleteness. From a young age, they carried a profound awareness of being different. Even in childhood, Page felt a stronger identification with being a boy, going as far as signing their name as Jason and expressing to their mother the desire to grow up as a man. Despite the passage of time, the persistent question of identity and the ongoing struggle for self-acceptance regarding their gender remained steadfast.
Just prior to reaching the age of 27, Page chose to share a personal revelation with the public. Initially, he openly acknowledged his attraction to women and subsequently disclosed that he had discovered his ideal partner in dancer and choreographer Emma Portner, whom he married in 2018. The trajectory of their relationship has been unconventional, as Portner had previously been married to a woman and divorced a man. However, the couple ultimately separated in 2020, with their divorce being finalized in early 2021.
Life in the body of a man
With unwavering courage, Elliot Page took to his social media platforms on December 1, 2020, to reveal his authentic identity as a man. Embracing the pronouns he/they and adopting the name Elliot, he fearlessly shared this significant decision with the world. The response was overwhelmingly supportive, with fellow celebrities and individuals alike recognizing him as a beacon of inspiration for transgender and non-binary communities. Even his spouse publicly expressed deep admiration, acknowledging the invaluable presence of trans, queer, and non-binary individuals as a precious gift to the world.
In another groundbreaking milestone, Elliot Page achieved a historic feat by becoming the first transgender man to be featured on the cover of Time magazine. For this momentous occasion, he made a deliberate choice to collaborate with a photographer who could genuinely grasp his unique experience and authentically capture his essence as a transgender man.
During an interview with Time, Elliot openly and sincerely shared details of his personal journey, including his gender-affirming surgery, which he described as not only transforming his life but also serving as a lifesaving intervention. Finally able to embrace his true identity as a man, Elliot expressed that he has always been the person he is today, deeply rooted within himself throughout his entire existence.
Elliot expresses his genuine excitement about being able to act as his authentic self in his own body, remarking, “No matter the challenges and difficult moments of this, nothing amounts to getting to feel how I feel now.” Finally living in harmony with his true self and appearance, Elliot’s life is now enriched with moments of pure joy that were once absent. Simple, everyday things like coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist now bring him happiness. Looking in the mirror, he can confidently say, “There I am,” as he revels in the newfound joy of being true to himself.
Undergoing the surgical transformation had a profound impact on Elliot, not only in terms of his physical appearance but also in igniting a newfound wave of creativity within him. Ever since coming out to his loved ones, he has been infused with a powerful sense of inspiration, leading him to embark on various creative endeavors.
This includes writing a film script, exploring his passion for music, and actively working on a memoir that aims to empower and uplift numerous individuals. While engaged in his work on set, Elliot has found that, apart from feeling at ease in his male body, there have been no significant changes to his professional experience.
Why Page talks about it so much
Elliot is often credited with inspiring numerous transgender individuals to embrace their true selves, but the actor holds a different perspective. Despite the overwhelming support received upon coming out, Page sees himself as an activist fighting for the rights of transgender people. He aims to raise public awareness about crucial issues using his platform and privilege. As he expressed, “My privilege has allowed me to have resources to get through and to be where I am today and, of course, I want to use that privilege and platform to help in the ways I can.”
In an interview, Elliot was posed with a thought-provoking question about what message he would convey to his younger self if granted the chance to travel back in time. After careful consideration, the actor responded with profound introspection, expressing, “I would assure my younger self that I was precisely the person I perceived, felt, and understood myself to be.”
But Elliot page isn’t the only famous person to transition, since there have been many before him and will be many after him. And it’s inspiring to see them flourishing after going under such a transformation. And sometimes actors have transformed themselves simply for a role, where the result was jaw-dropping.
Preview photo credit Ninha Morandini / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY 2.0, elliotpage / Instagram
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