On one Sunday when you’re making your “famous” pancakes and she starts a conversation using first names, brace yourself. She will start by saying “she’s not happy” because she’s too afraid to say the chemistry has changed, that you went from her mouth to her nipple. You will ask what you did wrong and how you can fix it. And she will look you dead in your eyes and say, “It’s not what you did, it’s who you are”. This will crush you. You will drop your spatula. Watch your toes. Then she will explain to you how you not having your own life has caused her to trust you less. You will look extremely confused, and say “but you are my life”. Then she will drive it home because she has been prepping herself for this conversation for months now and knows it’s now or never. “I am not your life! I can’t take care of you, anymore. You had a life. when we met. I don’t know what happened. I can’t do this anymore.” She will leave the room and you will sit there, stunned. But you needed to hear this. It will the beginning of the end. And like a broken bone, you will grow back stronger. One day, realize that women want to be trusted, adored, loved, appreciated, held, heard, understood, and pampered. But they also want to be challenged, checked, called out, sharpened, and lead. They want you to do life with them, not FOR them.