For a long time I thought our oldest son was simply going through a phase where he didn’t want to sleep alone.
He had started asking us to check his room several times before bed. We assumed he was afraid of the dark, so we’d leave the hallway light on and sit with him until he settled.
One evening, while I was tucking him in, he suddenly asked, “Daddy, can I tell you something without you getting mad?”
Manager: Can you come in tomorrow?
Me: I can’t. I already made plans.
Manager: Two people called out, and we’re short.
Me: I understand.
Manager: I’ve asked everyone else.
Me: Then I guess you’ll have to find another option.
Manager: You’re usually the first person I can count on.
Me: I usually am.
Manager: So you can’t help us this time?
Me: Not tomorrow.
Manager: Any chance you can your change your plans?
I had been working at the same company for almost three years when my manager suddenly started asking me to train the new guy on everything I did.
At first, I didn’t think anything of it. He was new, and I figured helping him settle in was just part of being a good teammate.
But after a few weeks, I noticed something strange.
He was being taught tasks that I’d spent years learning, and my manager kept saying things like, “Make sure he knows how you handle this.”
One afternoon, I asked my manager directly.
For almost a year, everything about us looked and felt like we were a couple. She told me she loved me, I told her I loved her, and she spent most weekends at my apartment. We were even talking about taking our first trip together.
We never had a conversation about labels. But honestly, I thought we were past the point of needing one.
A few days before her birthday, she stayed over at my place. I woke up early and made breakfast because I wanted to surprise her. When I brought it over, she smiled and said, “You spoil me too much.”
I laughed. “I’ve got to spoil my woman.” She looked at me and said, “I’m not your woman.” I thought she was joking.