My Husband Left Me for His Yoga Instructor Who Helped Him ‘Heal His Inner Child’—Four Years Later, I Saw Them Again and Almost Felt Sorry for Him

I remember staring at him for a long time before answering.

“Because I don’t want to spend $600 on a silent retreat, Mark?”

He didn’t answer. He just stood up, kissed my forehead, and hummed as he left the room.

A week later, he met Amber.

Amber was 31 when she walked into our lives. She was a yoga instructor with legs that went on forever and a voice like she was permanently mid-savasana. Everything about her was whispered and weightless.

She had a tattoo on her wrist that said breathe, which seemed ironic considering she was the one who sucked all the air out of my marriage.

Mark met her at a “healing circle.” She was leading it, naturally. I heard about it afterward when he came home glowing like he had just survived a pilgrimage. He talked about “expanding his spiritual bandwidth” and “feeling deeply seen.”

I remember standing by the fridge with my arms crossed, nodding like I wasn’t starting to panic about the state of my marriage.
Then came the texts.

I saw the first one by accident. His phone lit up while we were watching a movie with the kids.

“You energy feels so aligned when we’re together. And mine feels… electric.”

I didn’t say anything right away. I let it sit and tried to tell myself that it didn’t mean what I thought it did. But the second one didn’t leave room for interpretation: your wife’s aura must be exhausting.

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