which is to say, we’ve broken up, after a nice run of 5 1/2 years. Nothing unpleasant, though I don’t understand most of what was troubling her, and I’m sure she doesn’t understand some of my issues either. (Basically, as far as I can tell, she expressed disappointment with my distance from the day-to-day details of her life. I don’t ask a lot of “How was your day?”, “How’s your mom doing?” kind of questions routinely, on the assumption that if her day was great or rotten I’m going to hear about it anyway, and if her mom got nailed by a speeding cab, I’m sure that’s not going to go unmentioned, but if everything is perfectly the way it was the last time we’d spoken about it, then I already know that. My girlfriend–I’ll need to start calling her “My ex-girlfriend,” I suppose-- likes asking a lot of yadda yadda questions, which I will reluctantly answer, just to be polite, but really if she never asked another one it would be too soon for me.)
Anyway, this mild disappointment with a flaw, as she saw it, in my personality became a complaint, then an issue and then a burning issue in our relationship. I don’t think she was ever under the impression that I really didn’t care about her life, apart from me, or that I didn’t like her mom, or anything–it’s just that she needed, and then really needed, and finally REALLY, REALLY needed a boyfriend who wanted to talk about this stuff a lot, and that guy wasn’t me. I’m baffled at her seeing this as an issue to break up over–otherwise, I think we were quite happy with each other–but that’s not for me to judge, I suppose.
My point is not to revisit the relationship–one of the virtues of this breakup is being relieved of “Relationship Micromanagement” as a daily discussion–but to wonder and solicit views on how to adjust to single life.
I’ve always been a very independent cuss, even though I’ve mostly been in monogamous relationships my entire adult life (five-year engagement to Woman I, eleven year marriage to Woman I, three years of separation and divorce from Woman I and intro to dating, year-long monogamous relationships with Women II and III, with a few months of dating in between, a year of concurrent affairs with Women IV, V and VI, and then the last five-odd years with Woman VII.) But in the brief periods of being out of a monogamous relationship, such as right now, I’ve felt isolated, disfunctional, eccentric, and lonely–even though in many ways, my life is at its peak of satisfaction when I’m by myself. I can read, sleep, eat, exercise, work whenever I like, watch exactly the TV and movies I want to seee, shut them off when I’m bored, and in short do virtually everything I want to do when I want to do it, and I love that. I long for a little bit of it when I’m involved with somebody, and get far less of it than I like, but when I’m not with somebody, my ideal existence feels empty.
Right now I’m sitting on my terrace on a beautiful day, wearing comfortable clothes, eating a salad made exactly as I like to have it made, and I should be feeling like I’m on top of the world, which in many senses I am. Yet I feel very disconnected without a significant other.
Have you dealt with this strange state, of being uncomfortable both with and without someone sharing your life? How?