Archive for the ‘loneliness’ Category

Here’s an opportunity to remember those bittersweet teenage Saturday mornings waiting for the phone to ring. Will he call, won’t he …? With the weary insight of later life, it’s hard to keep even a fragile fingerhold on my self-esteem as I check my emails, texts, facebook page, voicemail, and wait, and wait, and …

Of course he promised to keep in touch, of course I believed it. However busy the business trip, however drunken the drinks party, there’s always a moment to send just a tiny text, isn’t there? Wrong again.

So a new shadow slides onto the stage. Here, behind the weeping wife, next to the lonely old woman, appears the jealous lover, suspicion darkening her view. If he is not with me, who is he with? Can he really be happily settled in a hotel room all alone every night? And why is there no time to call in the morning? Images of attractive, confident, determined 30-somethings elbow their way into my mind. This is a completely different sort of despair, a challenge I do not feel equipped to win.

If he is not alone, then I most definitely am.


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One thing he really likes about our lives and I really struggle with is the three day business trips. It keeps our relationship on a limited play with unavoidable intervals when he gets to ‘have some space’ and I get to wonder what that means. Of course, I get to have some space too, which can be a good thing but at the moment I’m all spaced out.

There’s something empowering in purposefully setting off on a journey, with people to meet and goals in mind, which bolsters up the ego, makes you new and relevant and exciting; I enjoy it, and I can understand why he does it.

Perhaps I’m feeling the difference between ‘he who goes’ and ‘she who stays’, or between being the rejecter and the rejected, but I find it less enabling to be purposefully left behind. That’s at odds with being a modern independent woman, so I should say that I’m quite capable of working late, seeing friends, going to the cinema, of functioning as an individual.

What I realising is that there is a cold, empty gulf between being one independent half of a couple and being essentially – forcibly – single, and I am not enjoying it.

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When you don’t know what you’re doing, don’t ask Google. One field of desolation the Google search led me to was ‘men’s mid-life crisis’ which is apparently a reason why husbands become confused, depressed and unloving.

Is my husband suffering a mid-life crisis? Only he could say, and he isn’t saying, but no-one could blame any modern man for feeling down these days. In a demanding and insecure world where dreams all too often don’t come true and we pay the price with our egos, many men do, it seems, question themselves and their achievements.

My husband said he felt guilty and seemed surprised when I told him that to me he was heroic in his efforts to support our family. Perhaps I haven’t told him before, or enough.

And so to the ‘what now’. Don’t change your hair, don’t try to lose weight, don’t buy a new dress, counsels Dr Google – no, change your attitude. I must become kinder, less critical, more praising, offer my love unconditionally. Definitely a man, that Dr Google.

And I will, I promise I will; only just now I really need someone to be kind to me….

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Of course, in the excruciating light of morning I am calm enough to recognise that while ‘I don’t know’ may hurt as much as ‘No’, it isn’t the same. It’s a different sort of blade, less stiletto, more serrated, catching on your flesh and leaving nasty sensitive tatters of hope, rather than a clean, kind death blow to the heart.

Or perhaps more like being bitten by a snake; although I’m aware of how injured I am, I lack the clarity to either walk away or lie down and die, just a muddled desire to do both and an awareness of the bitter poison spreading through me.

And talking of desire, being turned down for sex is still relatively new and painful, too; the awkward silence and pretending to go to sleep, the trying not to touch in the night, the emptiness of the day without closeness or comfort. This is an equal rights taste of a man’s world I cannot recommend.

But not being a man, today I am more like a dog, my eyes always loyally following the source of my torment, searching for clues to the painful puzzle of how to please; and, not being a dog, the poison spreads and I despise myself for being nothing at all.

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I asked my husband last night whether he loved me and he replied that he didn’t know.

It felt as though I had been handed something without knowing until it was too late that the something was a knife. I can still feel the cold blade of his words pressing through my ribs. I’m skewered in the moment, breathless. loveless.

I had considered myself still young, full of hope. Although my oldest child is older than I was when I married and my married life is greater than my single, I hoped it was still meaningful, important, honest.  I learned the downside of honesty.

How often does this happen? Type ‘my husband doesn’t love me’ into Google and be appalled at the number of lonely, confused, desperate women in the world – and add one.




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