When it comes to relationships, how many times do you ask yourself ‘what if?’. How many times do you question each of your wants and intentions? How much do you worry about the finality of it all? When you’re middle-aged and have already been unsuccessful, be it in relationships or marriages, I think it may just be natural to question things. Do we want the same things? Is this really worth my time? Am I in love with the idea of us, or am I really in love with him? I mean, at any age, these are questions that hold water, but at 44, these questions feel like the difference between happily-ever-after and ‘here-i-go-again-on-my-own’.
Let me just say here, because it’s been churning through my mind all day, that if I ever actually write THAT book or become somewhat of a guru somehow or someway, I hope that Brene Brown invites me onto her podcast, because I am absolutely certain that we would also best friends.
Okay, that’s out there. I feel so much better.
But truthfully, here’s the deal. I’m a single mom and have been for almost a decade. Nine years, at this point, but a decade really because it was 2011 when my husband and I separated. And unlike Glennon and countless others, I have not moved on to women. I have (maybe) not found the love of my life, and life is a struggle every single day. BUT, I am a survivor baby. That’s just who I am. And I know this because my dad died when I was 11 and I was a daddy’s girl. I didn’t know my mom until my dad passed. But, by the time my mom did pass just 8 years ago, she had become my EVERYTHING. And then she, like every pet I ever had, walked across that rainbow bridge.
She did it with such Faith and dignity, and love and beauty….and acceptance, that I couldn’t say no. I could only support her plight and love her all the more for her strength, her dignity, and her everlasting resillience.
That’s what we do as lovers. As survivors. As daughters. We love until they leave.
As a unicorn only, I can tell you this. I want to always be this way. I want to love until they leave. I want to always be able to say that I did all that I could do, and want to do everything I could’ve done until I can do no more. And honestly, after two divorces and one HUGE broken heart, I think that for the most part, I can say exactly that.
Would I love to have a happy ending with the love of my life? Absolutely I would.
In truth, I am hard to love. I love big, and oftentimes it’s too much. I’m not clingy. Not dependent. But sometimes I can love so much that people tend to think that I don’t need them when in reality they make me completely complete to the extent that it scares the hell outta me and I retreat right back into the shell out of which I crawled during the excitement and the newness of beginning. Beginnings are that way. They bring out the best of us. And as relationships move on, beginnings fade into doubts and fears and before we know it something else has taken over and the very same communication that brought us beauty and clarification in the actual beginning looses strength and fades into apathy.
Apathy is tricky. It seems and feels easier than actual feeling and communication. But eventually, either within the relationship or long after it’s over, we realize that we missed out. We stopped trying out of fear of rejection. We didn’t want to disappoint, so ironically, we disappoint ourselves AND our person equally.
I’ve been with my person for almost a year (off and on). He is incredible. I can talk to him about anything. He truly doesn’t need anyone outside of God. I struggle with this. He struggles with my independence as well, which is really the same thing, because I am nothing without my relationship with Christ. And still, I wonder.
I don’t know if we are right, if this is right. I have had so many moments of affirmation, but I’ve also had many times of questioning who we are and where we are. All that I can say is that I vow to keep trying until God tells me otherwise.
I think that it’s all we can do as humans. We can accept, and love, and glorify with our whole hearts. We can ask God for signs and for Grace. We can do our parts. But in the long run, the only one who actually SHOULD have say is God himself. He created us. He has known us forever. Literally. His knowledge is way deeper than ours.
So before we resist. Before we throw in the proverbial towel. Before we call it quits with all the decisions we have made, shouldn’t we sit with those decisions and simply breathe? Shouldn’t we first see where HE leads us?