But to understand why that mattered so much, you have to understand my husband. And you have to understand how long it had taken us to get to that movie theater in the first place.
Owen is the gentlest man I have ever met.
I don’t mean that the way people sometimes mean it. I don’t mean he’s soft, or weak, or a pushover. He’s six foot two. He works construction. He can carry a full sheet of drywall by himself up a flight of stairs.
But he will do almost anything to avoid a fight.
On our third date, we went to a steakhouse. He ordered his steak medium-rare. It came out well done. Gray all the way through, like a hockey puck. I watched him cut into it. I watched his face fall, just a little.
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