I think I might be beginning to snap. Not actually have an emotional break down, I am healthier than I have been in years. I am just so tired of living in New York, but I love New York. My entire being has become conformed to this strange reality of subway commuting, 3 am evenings, manic intensity and creativity overflowing in every direction. How could I go back to a more mundane existence? Not that there is anything wrong with a mundane existence. There are days I downright envy it. I have waking dreams of just falling into friend’s photos on Facebook and melding into their lives.
My friends have diapers, school schedules and mortgages to worry about while I am struggling to keep a float. It’s like I am watching everyone else grow up around me. Proud parents showing off their babies with stories of first words and tears. Why can’t I seem to get anything together? Why do I snap and run at the slightest provocation? Have I been burned so badly that the sight of the first sign of flame causes me to bolt? Why am I surrounded by so many stuck in a permanent state of adolescence? Those who refuse to live beyond their 19-year-old ambitions.
A few of my friends who got divorced around the same time I did are already getting re-married. I can’t even go out with the same person for more than two or three times. I was a serial monogamist but now I just drift around, scared to get too close to anyone. And I am constantly hunted by the predatory types. New York is never at a shortage of people who would love to get to know you really well for an evening and nothing more. I have given up on the notion of children, completely abandoned the idea of a second marriage. I just want to hang out with someone on a semi-regular basis. I couldn’t really handle a polyamorous lifestyle and I dread sleeping with more perfect strangers. I want off this ride.
Is it different somewhere else? I think its worse here but I have gotten emails from people all over the country who confirm my fears that things aren’t much better elsewhere. Yet I see happy couples all the time here. All I can think of is “How did they manage that?”
When I first got divorced I fell back on my usual habits. I would do my borderline co-dependent, nurturing routine – which was too much and I freaked out pretty much every guy I tried to date. Now I am hesitant, somewhat cold and distant. I don’t ask a lot of questions, or get too personal because I figure I’ll never hear from the person again anyway. Why bother opening myself up to more disappointment. Months ago, one young man from another city who tried to seduce me looked almost astonished at the detached way I dealt with him. He was so excited, and I was so matter of fact. Yet none of this matters, I tell myself, they will find an excuse. Too clingy or too self-involved -they can always find someone new.
Then I go out with perfectly nice men who I feel absolutely nothing for, other than the fact that they seem like decent people. I don’t know what is wrong with me. The fissures and scars that are still deep down in my bones won’t seem to heal. And the words echo through my skull that I have heard so many times.
“Well you had an EASY divorce, at least your husband was gay”
Yeah, the primary relationship in my life, the one man I would have given my life for…was a fraud. Not exactly an “easy” divorce.
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- Why You’re Not Married, But Why That Doesn’t Matter (clutchmagonline.com)
- Life goes on After Divorce, believe it or not! (divorceddoodling.wordpress.com)
- Dear Huffpost, my family is not broken… (thedoubleparent.wordpress.com)
- Guest post: Why is divorce a dirty word? (confessionsofamediocremom.wordpress.com)
- I call him the “Narcissist who should come out of the closet already” (disenchanteddater.wordpress.com)
- Dating Online: The Liar – A Hall of Famer (julietjeske.wordpress.com)