I'm looking not for mean, hard-liner responses, but some real, solid stories of "I feel you, here's how I mentally/emotionally/etc. worked through it." I really need this. Thanks in advance for any help whatsoever.
When I was 29 or so, I was feeling much as you do, although I don't think I articulated it so thoroughly to myself. Everyone else was doing wonderful things and falling in love, and I felt time and death following me around. A man I had been attracted to came on to me and I started dating him. He was married. I told myself that the man's wife wasn't my responsibility, that I only owed loyalty to those close to me, the people I loved, and anyone else could go screw. He eventually left his wife, and we got married. It was easily the shittiest thing I have ever done.
The marriage failed, as well it should have, and I was miserable pretty much every day when I was in it. We were completely incompatible. I'm quiet, measured, introverted, cynical, irreverant. He's extroverted, loud, confrontational, and gullible. I can't tell you how terrible it was, or the joy I felt when I was living alone again, and that first day, by myself, alone in my apartment, was so peaceful and so very much my own and probably one of my happiest. I had dreaded that aloneness for years. It was sublime. I made dinner, had a glass of wine, and read the New Yorker. I felt like someone had been holding me under water, and had finally released my feet and I came up for air. I got a dog and a cat and I started to garden, I went running, I went back to grad school. I had a life.
Years later I have come to see how impatient and greedy I was, and how I missed that time in my life, ten years younger than I am now, because I obsessed about what I thought were the trappings of normalcy, how I was afraid to be alone, how worried I was about what other people thought of me.
I can't undo what I did, and I can't apologize for it. It's one of those situations where apologizing would make the other person feel worse just so I could feel better, and is just a continuance of selfishness.
So I've decided to do this: I offer you this story as a cautionary tale of what it means to have your priorities all fucked up. I did a terrible thing to another person that I'll regret forever because I was panicking, because I was young and didn't have years of adulthood behind me, and because I couldn't fully appreciate the idea of 'regret,' and because I thought other people were unfairly getting a disproportionate measure of love and there wouldn't be any left for me.
Later on, I met someone else and we had a baby (I was almost forty), and we have a good life together. I wish that I had been more confident of that eventuality, and more aware that it's possible to be happy in a wide variety of circumstances. I wish I hadn't given up so easily. I wish I'd had more fun. I wish I had made my happiness and integrity, as opposed to my greed, the focus of my life.
So in answer to your question, 'how did I work through this?' the answer is, I did not work through it. I let it consume me, and it's now ten years later and I can see how profoundly stupid that was, and how profoundly stupid the things I allowed it to do to me and to others were.
I strongly recommend making a decision to do whatever it takes to develop a different view of the world. The one that you have is incorrect, and what's more, it's dangerous.
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posted by MaryDellamorte at 9:39 PM on June 15