One of the most valuable things anyone has told me in life is: “Your relationship does not define you.”
It’s such a simple statement, but it hit hard in the moment. Sitting on the bench, overwhelmed with emotions after my ultimate breakup from a long term and long distance relationship, I felt lost. All the plans that I had before, everything that I thought I wanted, no longer was relevant. I left the relationship in order to focus on myself, and once I was alone I quickly entered into an identity crisis. As a reflex, I was trying to convince myself I made a mistake and thought that I needed the relationship to survive.
Next to me, my friend was hitting me with therapy like the saint he is. “Your relationship does not define you. You are not defined by being someone’s girlfriend. Just because your relationship ended, it does not define you as a failure. Yes, your relationship has changed and shaped you over the last two years, but it is not the only thing you are.”
As a twenty-three year old grad student, I hit that wall that everyone pretty much hits at this age. What the hell am I doing with my life? Where am I going? How much of this is in my control? And being in a long distance serious relationship terrified me for this reason. Am I doing the right thing? Am I getting everything that I wanted in life? Is this path set in stone already? How can I give myself to someone else when I do not even know who I am myself?
So I left my relationship. I left the relationship for selfish reasons, but also for the sake of my partner. I left because I felt stagnant and unfinished, but at the same time felt like I was growing so quickly away from my boyfriend. I left because my fear and anxiety were taking over and creating self-hatred. I left because this led to me questioning every aspect of my relationship with this person, instead of respecting him for the kind and generous person that he is. I left because I was hurting him, but by doing so I hurt him even more. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Change is inevitable and teaches us many lessons. Sometimes we resist change, and sometimes we have to embrace it as a means to survive. I’ve always considered my life story as broken apart into different chapters, and while I may be the same main character, I have been heavily influenced by the plot and supporting characters. I’ve learned a lot of lessons, good and bad, and while some chapters have had to end, I still consider them as monumental to my development. And while there are a ton of things I didn’t want to end, I had to accept their termination as a form of closure that has propelled me into the next chapter of my life.
But as I mentally reflected on the storyline so far, I had the disheartening realization that my personal story was mostly about others and not about myself. While there were a few exceptions, (i.e. attending college/grad school and studying abroad) many of my most influential lessons revolved around getting invested in other people’s lives and feeling dejected when things didn’t work out. I would endure a period of depression afterward and then move on to the next character. Of course, some of these characters were friends, but many more of them were crushes. I am pretty much 1 for 20 for requited love, but we’ll save that for another time.
Anyways upon reflection I found that I would put everything on hold for the new person of interest. I would develop an emotional connection with someone, whether platonic or romantic, and channel all of my energy into that. I would feel elated when having conversations with that person, and would make myself available at their easiest convenience. I did not ask for much, but I gave a lot, and in instances a lot more than I should. I would prioritize the person before anything else, including family and other friends. This gave me the reputation as someone who is clingy, and while I hate that term I accept that my attachment style can often lean that way. But in that sense it wasn’t that I wanted to be dependent on that person; I wanted them to be depend on me. Being another person’s “person” to go to was the greatest role I could ever play in life, but the repercussions of being in an one-sided relationship always took their toll in the end.
Being in that role, I never learned how to ask for the things I wanted or, more importantly, needed. I was terrified of being called clingy, and I already felt like a burden upon others. It was my duty to play therapist for my friends and crushes, but I never sought out therapy (informal or formal) for my own vices and insecurities. I would take friendship losses and unrequited love quite personally, and have dealt with a lot of self-disrespect over the years. These patterns have become so engrained that they have impacted my friendships and my relationships, and it is hard for me to feel fulfilled even when the mutual respect is there.
I’ve never known who I truly am without the friends and relationships in my life, and the fear of being alone has always propelled me toward another person. Of course there are stable traits and temperament that reflect me as a human being, but my goals and aspirations have always been motivated by fulfilling the needs of other people. Moving to a new city and starting a new chapter gave me the realization that my entire life is still out there. I have never in my life had so much control over what my future holds. This realization terrified me at first, and I immediately ran to my friends and boyfriend for guidance. I wanted someone to tell me what to do. It took me 23 years to realize how fucked up that was.
Some of you may be wondering why I couldn’t just be independent within my own relationship and make choices for myself with the support of another person. I know my ex wonders that, and I know many guys wonder that when their girlfriends ultimately decide they need to find themselves after being in a long-term relationship during their early-mid twenties. I thoroughly asked myself the same question, criticizing myself for the relationship that I was giving up and the fact that now I would be alone. And therein lies the answer.
Ever since preschool, I have had crushes on boys. From the day we are born, girls are socialized into a heteronormative society that places emphasis on heterosexual relationships as the main goal of our existence. Look at Disney movies and rom-coms. We are told that we deserve love and to seek out relationships with men in order to receive that love. The emphasis is placed on love between partners, while society neglects to acknowledge the strong roles that platonic love and familial love can play. For my whole life I wanted to be in a relationship. I resented being single because it did not fit in with the image of what a girl or woman should be. I wanted a boyfriend, and more importantly I wanted to be someone’s girlfriend. It took me 20 years to get there, and while I can say it was well worth the wait, I invested a lot of time and energy on unworthy men to get there. I sacrificed things that I thought were important in order to please them. I created drama and destroyed friendships in the process, and spent a lot of time in self-loathing states of emptiness. While the relationship I had with my most recent partner was healthy and mostly fulfilling, I still felt like something was missing. And even though my boyfriend did not limit my growth or explicitly judge me for any of my decisions, I created expectations for myself about what it means to be a girlfriend in a committed serious partnership.
It is my opinion that we are all encouraged as children to do what we want with our lives, but men have a much easier road to walk down. They are constantly encouraged to be competitive and earn what they deserve from early on in life. Women on the other hand have to tiptoe on tightropes of contradiction throughout their lives: be modest but sexy, be empowered but submissive, be likeable but reserved. We are taught that one of our biggest goals in life is to find a boyfriend or husband. We are socialized to do everything in our means to achieve that goal: have perfect hair, shave everything else, and be the trifecta of cute smart and funny. But rarely is the mainstream message focused on our own self-development. I was never taught to take care of my mental health and to spend time focusing on loving myself before loving another person. I don’t recall being encouraged to take risks or push myself out of my comfort zone as a girl. I don’t remember being told that I deserve and can work hard for the things I wanted out of life, and I don’t remember spending a lot of time soul searching either. So as a 23 year old woman, I am starting to have these realizations that I need to actually grab hold and focus on these things. I’m scrambling to take charge and make decisions that I might have been able to focus on earlier if I was born with a dick.
Right now, it’s all about the push forward. I have been pushing myself to do things that I need to do for myself right now, and some are easier than others. I am listening to my gut when things don’t feel right anymore and inducing change where I feel like it needs to happen. I am doing many of the things that I always wanted to do but was too immobilized by other people’s judgments. I’m throwing caution into the wind, because I know at least that if I fail it was from my own volition. It is something that feels empowering to me, but it is a shame that I have to be alone to do it.
I understand that being alone is not a viable option in life, and I understand that I am not completely alone right now. I have friends and family who support my decisions, even if they don’t understand them all the time. And when they don’t support my decisions, I’ve learned to not give a fuck if I am doing something that is crucial for my own self development. But being alone and being self-driven is the step that I needed to take after 23 years of being afraid. I realize that sitting with your thoughts is lonely sometimes, but if you give yourself the attention you deserve you will reap the rewards. You will learn a lot about yourself and your life desires separate from the influence of others. But, if you are like me, you might have to sacrifice some comfort to get to that point. Sometimes to break from the mold you have to make an 180 and do some recon of the past. Sometimes you have to go through pain and initially hurt others, but if not doing that means a lifetime of doubt and fear, then I argue that the suffering is worth it.
So yes, right now I am single. I tell people that I am on “Boy Lent” or that “I am dating myself right now.” Those statements usually generate scoffs and sarcasm, which is understandable. But I really don’t care. I spent my whole life not wanting to be single, and ironically that is what I want and need right now. I want to address the things that I have been putting off for all these years, and I want to build myself to be a better person. I want to date myself right now. I want to enthusiastically listen to my thoughts and encourage myself to work on the things that are holding me back. I want to tell myself that I am beautiful even on my worst days, and that I deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. I want to stop criticizing myself for the things that I’ve done wrong and instead reward myself for the things I’ve done right. I’ve always relied on other people’s love for validation and happiness, and now I need to rely on my own love.
I am single, but that does not define who I am. I am not a failure because I am no longer in a relationship; I refuse to acknowledge something as failure when it is something that helped you grow and learn a lot about yourself. I am single because I want to be independent, and more importantly I need to be independent right now. I need this change and hard work to mean something right now, and to mean something in the future. It is my gut feeling and it is my inner drive propelling me through life right now.
Not everyone may understand or agree with the choices I am making right now, but I have spent a lifetime trying to please others and right now I just want to please myself. I am a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, even the shitty stuff. Fate is tricky sometimes, and sometimes you need to look her in the eye and question everything in order to figure out what you want. Hopefully she will reward me for my badassery.
As Ru Paul says, “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell are you going to love somebody else?”
Can I get an Amen?