@boundbymemory: Picture a Saturday morning. You’re in the cereal aisle and you’ve been laughing so hard that a woman with a cart just gave you a look. He’s got a box balanced on his head for no reason. You’re the one who started it. You’re thirty years old, you’ve been stressed about rent all week, and for the first time in days you forgot to worry. That’s what being with a man looks like. He handles what’s his so you can put yours down for a minute. You feel safe enough to be silly. You can be small, and goofy, and a little bit of a kid again, because someone’s got the wheel. Now picture a different Saturday. You’re in the same aisle, but you’re the one with the list, because you always are. You reminded him about his mom’s birthday and you bought the card. You made the dentist appointment he’s been putting off since spring. You asked him twice to call about the car, and you know you’ll end up doing that too. When you bring something up, you’ve learned to say it gently, in the right tone, at the right time of day, because if you don’t, he’ll sulk for hours and you’ll have to cheer him up. You’ve started saying “good job” to a grown man for doing the dishes in a house he lives in. That’s what the mother in you looks like. It doesn’t feel like love, it feels like a second job. And then there’s the third Saturday, the one that’s a little harder to say out loud. You’re not even in the aisle, because you’re at work, picking up a second shift. You’re paying for most of it. You’re the one who fixed the sink and handles the landlord and makes the decisions, and you’ve gotten very hard somewhere in the process. People tell you you’re so strong. You don’t remember the last time you got to be anything else. You used to be soft, and now you just carry things, and he’s on the couch asking what’s for dinner. That one is lonely in a way that’s hard to explain to people. I want to be fair. Everyone has weeks when they need more, and taking care of each other when one person’s down is what partnership is. If he gets sick or loses his job, that’s life and you step up. But there’s a difference between a season and a role. So ask yourself who you’ve turned into since you met him, because that’s the answer. Hot take: if he brings out the child in you, you’re dating a man. If he brings out the mother in you, you’re dating a boy. If he brings out the man in you, you’re dating a loser.

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