@empty.glances: Dating a woman fresh out of a long relationship is the most confusing job you’ll ever love. She’ll ask if you’ve eaten before she asks how your day was. Three dates in, she’s noticed you’re low on dish soap. You mention you’ve got an early meeting and without thinking she says “do you want me to pack you something?” and then freezes like she just called the teacher mom. This woman knows how you take your eggs and she doesn’t even have your last name saved in her phone. She sends you a photo of a couch at a furniture store, says “isn’t this such a good color,” and then remembers she has a one-bedroom and you’ve known each other for five weeks. Because she spent years being somebody’s person. It’s all in her hands, in muscle memory. She knows how to split a chicken into three dinners. She knows how to fold a fitted sheet and how to stay up an hour so someone doesn’t come home to a dark house. She loves being in love. She loves taking care of somebody. That part never went anywhere. And then you say “want to come over tonight?” and the whole thing shuts like a garage door. “Hey, yeah, I can do Saturday at seven.” You’re sitting there with your head spinning. Yesterday this woman was worried about your vitamin D, and now she’s scheduling you like a dental cleaning. It doesn’t make any sense, until you think about what it took to get here. She gave someone years of the dinners and the folded clothes. She built whole holidays around him. She knows exactly what it looks like when you hand a person all of that and it still falls apart, and she knows what it cost her to get out and to learn how to sleep in the middle of the bed. Saturday at seven isn’t her being cold. It’s a fence around a garden she just finished replanting. The wife in her wants to make you lunch. The woman who survived wants to make sure she still has somewhere to go if she does. And to be fair to you, this is hard. You’re allowed to want more than one night a week, and you’re allowed to ask where this is headed. You can’t be the guy who pays for what someone else did forever. But if you’ve got any patience in you, don’t rush it. Don’t take the fence personally. Let her come to you a little at a time. One day she’ll leave her good pan at your place. Then she’ll quit checking the time. Nobody’s going to tell you when it happens. It’s weird dating her after all those years, sure. She’s got a wife’s heart and a stranger’s calendar. So take the Saturday at seven, and bring something for her to cook.

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