I wrote this 8 years ago in a foul mood, as a single mom on a really bad day. Constructive criticisms welcome.
Here I am, 41 years old, and I don't seem to have a clue about love. When I was 18, I never pictured myself 41 and alone, never. I had no idea the rules were so elaborate. I had no idea I might end up without that lifelong mate of my dreams. Somewhere along the way I discovered that this relationship quest necessitated some complicated preparation on my part. Specifically, to be happy with someone I first needed to discover and address my own issues and learn to be happy with myself. Figure out what my issues are. Work on them. Work harder on them. Really loosen up some of that anguish and pain, (hopefully) letting go of some of it; clearing out some room inside myself. Gain some perspective on why I had been choosing precisely the wrong type of partner. Take responsibility for choosing the men who lied to me, who cheated on me. Take responsibility for lying and cheating myself. Work hard to open up my heart after all the betrayals and lies. Then tentatively go out into the world again. Try to make a better choice.
So now, those 41 years weighing so heavily on my heart, who is there to choose from? The walking wounded, just like I was. Too afraid to keep their hearts open once the infatuation phase is over. Terrified of working on their own pain; the issues that armor their heart so effectively. Do I wait for them, offer support and love them while they dig in to begin their own inner house cleaning (assuming they want to)? Who is worth waiting for and who is not? By what criteria do I judge suitability?
Damn it, when does my heart get some say? Maybe it's not safe to let my heart have any airtime because it is still too afraid of getting hurt or conversely, too eager for another chance at love. Either way, a study in extremes. I tell my heart to sit in the back seat while my mind drives for a while. I have been letting my heart drive, and we got in a hell of a wreck more than once.
So my mind takes over. I try to listen closely to what this potential partner says and pay attention to all the clues (the red flags as big as banners) that I have been so intent on missing in the past. Can I reasonably evaluate this man and not lose myself in endless analysis or mental gymnastics? Do I spend too much time speculating what he meant when he said ABC or whether it really meant XYZ? After a while in this space, it feels like an endless maze. And I am not having fun yet!
Disinterest rears it ugly head. Whichever path I choose inevitably leads to some type of drama, maybe good for a while, maybe awful, but always a dead end. It feels like a cheap circus where I spend too much money and am briefly entertained but never fulfilled. My heart begins to tire of it all. I don't understand men. Never have and perhaps never will. Why do I want a relationship with someone I may never understand? For the challenge? Not even. I want out of the maze. All of this seems excessively difficult, involving way too much of my limited energy. I would rather put my efforts toward something that will give me more guaranteed and tangible results. Like my daughter, my writing, and my friends.
Then I drive down the road in this emotionally fragile space, right before my period, and there is a full moon out. Every car contains a couple. In my mind they are all exceedingly happy and I am so dreadfully alone. Masochistic, I visit the home of friends; a couple who seem to be genuinely happy together. They have the cozy house, filled with caring and compromise so (seemingly) easily achieved. They have that way of looking at each other that is so full of unspoken words that only they are privy to. My heart screams with longing and envy.
I come home. I see a cozy home that I can barely manage to keep together because there is only me to take care of everything. There is no one here to help me. That leak in the bathroom sink, laundry, cooking, taking out the trash, cleaning, car maintenance, yard work, shopping, paying the bills...and in between it all, the hugely awesome priority and responsibility of parenting my precious 4 year old daughter.
How much of my wanting a man is simply for the help? I don't want it to be for the help. I want it to be for love. In between my pain, his pain, the longing, the yard work, the full moon and the whole circus...I still want it to be for love.


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I am interested, though: From the reader's point of view, is it too negative, too much? Imbalanced? Feedback welcome.
It seems like people think you just "decide" to be single. With women, it seems like they think your're "not looking hard enough", or that you do something to cut yourself off. Certainly those are valid conclusions in some situations.
But it's like, everyone assumes that if you "really" wanted to be happily married, you obviously would be. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. Your issue seems to be finding the "wrong" men, same as my best friend. I'm the opposite, I don't date much at all, partly because I'm busy and partly because I just don't like the idea of casual dating at all.
People don't seem to understand this. Once, when a man (older, married, acquaintence in town) asked me why I wasn't married, and I just didn't feel like going into the "I just haven't found the right guy yet" thing because people don't seem to understand that one at ALL, even though it's the true and full explanation, I just said something like, "I don't know, but considering I'm in college right now, it's probably a good thing. I don't think it'd be a good time anyway."
Something that's just a clear statement of fact (as opposed to the "reason" he was looking for)...and he responded, "Then it will probably never be a good time."
WHAT THE HECK?
Why would it "never" be a good time? College only lasts 4 years, I don't know what he was thinking.
Disregarding the whole sticky subject of what people think and the questions of both well-meaning and just-plain-nosey people, here is my own assessment of my current single state, and the issue in general.
I don't think there's any "right time" or "right age" for people to get married. I don't think if you've hit a certain age and you're not married it means something is wrong with you, whether it's what you intended or not. I have a strong faith, and I won't go into it, but I believe firmly in answers to my prayers that have been given and in things that are to come in the future that I cannot yet see.
I think it is extremely foolish (but natural) to think that you are "never" going to find that special someone because it's taking "so long". It is entirely natural to want to fulfill your dreams NOW, but foolish to expect that it will necessarily be so, and be so NOW or SOON.
I also think there are those of us that "look to hard"...okay, that's all of us (except those that entirely give up), we just do it in different ways. My friend got herself in a series of abusive and/or deceptive relationships, for two reasons that I can see. 1) She spent several years with an abusive stepfather, and her parents divorced when her real father was an alcoholic...I've witnessed that such mothers do not always impart the best of self-esteem to their daughters, by both example and word. 2) She is looking desperately for love, anywhere she thinks she can find it, which is not with anyone who would really love her...she has a serious self-esteem problem. She is just now, years later, starting to feel some emotional independence, but I still don't see that she actually believes she is worthy of love.
I DON'T see the benefit of dating people on the basis of "getting to know them", I think if women constantly are sizing up men as a possible love interest, thinking that if they just try hard enough, they are just wasting their energy and lose sight of themselves as a person.
I don't mean that they necessarily have low self-esteem like my friend (who is a lovely person), but that they lose sense of perspective, and they are preventing themselves from growing in their own right because they have this inner belief that their life "won't really start" until they are married, and that they will be a "success" when they are.
I think we all do this to some degree. I think we feel like we can't plan our future, how can we plan that if we don't know when we'll get married and "start our life". Your life is now, whether you are married or not, whether you will be in the future or not. I may not have many relationships, I express this in another way, I'm a "dreamer"...but I recognize it's just another facet of the same inner beliefs. You're worth is not totally tied up in marriage or even a relationship.
You can be a successful, reasonable person and still feel this way, sometimes deeply.
"How much of my wanting a man is simply for the help? I don't want it to be for the help. I want it to be for love. In between my stuff, his stuff, the longing, the yard work, the full moon and the whole circus…I still want it to be for love."
Nothing wrong with wanting the help, I think...if you are a balanced person, I think you really DO want "the whole circus" (including, but not exclusively, love). Love expresses itself in many ways...affection, tenderness, understanding, honesty, support, sharing, fun, and yes, help. Nothing wrong with admitting that's one thing you'd like about marriage.
I think a big part of marriage is the "help" you give each other...not only around the house, but with reaching goals (even if it's just in a support role), with the schedule, with your moods...there are all kinds of "help", and I think deep inside, they are a big part of successful marriage. You can see this by observing happy couples.
I think it's natural to question your own judgement at every corner after a bad decision...I've had that experience in the last year with so-called friends, who were "vicious", and I generally consider myself a good judge of character. But everyone can be fooled some of the time.
I think the best thing you can do is take a step back, focus more on other parts of your life, and listen to your instincts. If you don't feel strongly drawn towards a person, you shouldn't be analyzing them as relationship material in the first place. I don't think you can even make instinctive judgements about their suitability and trustworthiness in a relationship if you aren't emotionally connected to them in the first place.
This is all based on my own experiences and that of my friends, and my own self-analysis, and somewhat on reading. (I do self-analysis, or anyone-analysis, for that matter, almost unconciously...in a few situations, my accuracy has even been totally weird! I just naturally analyze, and I've always been that way, since I've been a kid.)
So, it's just my two cents. But I trust my conclusions 100%. I hope they can be helpful to you.
God bless!
You are lovely, beautiful and a very smart lady.
You will find the love you are looking for.
It's also really fascinating to read your coda on the piece, since it is now eight years later. I'm glad you can look back and say that you are in a better place. It just further shows us what a roller coaster life can be. The question is - how much puking do you want to do before you decide to get onto a different ride?
Can't find any constructive critisms to give you on this one, Wendy.... All the words are spelled correctly, your grammar is flawless and you puncuated it perfectly :-) Besides, I love Gather because I like to hear things straight from the heart: flaws and all.
Renie, I think we all have our own personal puking threshold - love the metaphor. Thanks for your kind comments.
Jennifer F. and Fred, Thank you for your sweet thoughts/feedback/proofing.
David, clicking over to your page right now. I love the overlap.
(Your piece was perfectly coherent -- this was just a response to your own self-questioning about it.)
Thanks for your wise comments. Hey, would you perhaps be willing to write a piece on the "friend trap"? Methinks there's a story there...
I don't understand men. - Don't worry, they don't understand you either. ;-)
I also was put off by the use of the word "things"
Really liked this: Either way, a study in extremes
I would be curious to read this same piece rewritten from where you are now in your life.
I too, would love to hear any constructive critisism you have to offer for I know damn well I have a long way to go with my short story writing. Its a new genre for me.....
Yes, I understand about exposing your vulnerabilities. I am exposing some of my own right now about how I came to be a liberal. Unlike you, though, I can only expose it now that I feel I have dealt with it and conquered it. Now it has no power over me, so the world can have it.
Linda