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Being Alone: I Have Recently Embarked On a Grand Adventure. I got my divorce when I was just 40. I say just because I don’t think I’m old.
And I’m not. But I’m not young either, which, as a single woman, sometimes makes me feel like I live in a divorced no man’s land. Literally. By no man, though, I don’t mean there aren’t any men. God knows there are plenty. But men who want me, at the stage I’m in, with my three kids, a house, and a cat, and, most importantly, with no father for my children living nearby to share in the parenting responsibility (my ex husband lives 8,000 miles away). It’s a tough nut to crack, and not a perfect picture, for anyone, least of all me. Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t trade my family for anything. Even as a little girl I always dreamed of being a mother. And I was blessed to become one for the first time at 27 years old. But at 41, I don’t want to think of my prospects for finding a soul mate as all but impossible because of the full and busy household my ex decided to walk away from. Yet, the reality is, I must. I have to, at least for the time being, consider the possibility I may be single for the next nine or so years until my youngest child goes off to college. When he does, my world will open up to more potential partners, men who, admittedly, only want the woman and not her so-called baggage. Because, as I see it, I have recently embarked on a grand adventure. For the first time in years, I am happy. I am free. I am no longer trapped in an unhappy marriage with an unappreciative and inattentive husband, and no longer living in anyone else’s shadow. A person can only spend so long applauding someone else’s success before becoming lost in it altogether. My life is now laid out before me, undetermined, a blank canvas on which I can create the image of myself I have always pictured. My children are a part of that picture. I’m not the person I am today without them. So, when a man doesn’t call me after he learns I have full physical custody of my children, or when a man tells me he doesn’t want to meet my children now, or doesn’t think he should ever meet them, I take pause. I question. Should I even bother dating? Trying? Or should I put my romantic life on hold altogether so I can focus on my children, because, so far, no one right for them, let alone for me, has emerged? It’s not in my nature to ever give up. A close friend reminded me that in the not so distant past I complained to her about no longer having a man in my life. Though I don’t specifically recall the conversation, during the throes of my divorce I apparently told her I needed a man. Perhaps need was the wrong word. The correct word is want. I don’t need anything or anyone to make my life whole. For that, I thank my children and myself. But I find myself in a difficult position today, in limbo between my love and responsibility for my children, and my desire to share my life with another adult. Until that one special person reveals himself, that person who acknowledges I am a package deal, and loves me even more because of it, here I will remain. Alone. And I’m okay with that, even better off because of it, content with the idea that someday I will have it all, even though I may not have it all at once. This is 41. My profile. My story. For now. This article appeared on Scary Mommy January 10, 2016. About the Author. I was a typical (yet still fabulous) SUV-driving suburban Jewish housewife. Although I graduated from a large national law school, I worked for all of one minute (not as a lawyer), and made the choice early on to stay home and raise my family while my husband built his career as a successful M&A lawyer. Fast-forward 16 years. While I was busy polishing the granite and stainless steel appliances, competing with myself to be a more ethnic version of Martha Stewart, and running my three. Read More. Comments. Bberry Wine says. It’,s a lovely story. There are probably a lot of us with similar stories. I have 4 children, 2 dogs, a cat and a crazy ex. Who is going to sign on for that? A man of real character is who. I’,m not sure he exists. However, people try to set me up, I graciously meet these men so far, nothing. No man has met the challenge. I am a package deal, truth be told though. everyone is a package deal. My wrapping is more beautiful than other’,s wrapping and my package deal is a little more obvious. They should be grateful women like you and I are so open and honest. I’,m glad you have found freedom and happiness. That is the goal after all, the rest is a luxury. People in healthy relationships don’,t understand the loneliness though. Stacey Freeman says. Men of character do exist, though few and far between it seems. I hold out hope.
Divorced women seeking men
Divorced women looking for men
