For 25 years, my husband Liam never spent much time in the bathroom. But recently, he started locking himself in for hours, and I heard strange noises—thumps, grunts, and heavy breathing. I grew concerned, and when I asked him, he’d brush it off, saying, “Can’t a guy have some privacy?” My imagination ran wild, fearing the worst.

One day, while Liam was in the bathroom, his phone buzzed. It was his mom. After hanging up, I noticed a video thumbnail and clicked. To my shock, the video showed Liam… working out! Push-ups, sit-ups, and even some awkward yoga poses. He had been secretly exercising to lose weight, feeling too embarrassed to admit his struggles.

When I confronted him, Liam sheepishly admitted he’d gained a few kilos and didn’t want me to notice. I couldn’t help but laugh, realizing my fears had been so far off. Instead of hiding secrets, he’d been hiding his self-consciousness. We talked, and I reassured him there was no need for secrecy—after 25 years of marriage, we could face anything together.

From that moment on, we promised: no more secrets, not even the little ones.