A few minutes ago I was chatting with Stephanie about the good old days. It was two years ago today that she moved out. It was easily the worst day of my life. I can't think of even one that comes close.
As I told her, I don't have any ill feelings about her. We had a pretty good run together. The only real postmortem we can really agree on is that I wasn't able to be the kind of companion that she needed. I thought I could be a provider to her, and that would be good enough, but I didn't fully understand what it was that she needed. She didn't really know either.
The thing people ask me all of the time is if I feel like all that time we were together, about ten and a half years, was wasted. Why would I think that? We had some seriously good times. We were best friends and companions. That's not time wasted at all. I have no regrets.
These interim two years have been good for me in ways that I never expected. The first real significant breakthrough was the knowledge that I have to better take care of myself. I still waffle on this periodically, but I'm getting better at it. I better understand what it is I want to do professionally, and even found a job that I like. I was able to mercilessly focus on getting my financial world in order. These aren't things you can easily do when you have to simultaneously share your life with someone else. I'm not saying it's impossible, but it's sure easier when it's just you.
I also learned how to fall in love again, and I did twice. These experiences, combined with my former marriage, have led me to the firm conclusion that the dynamics of relationships are so complex, that there's no sure-fire way to predict how two people will work together. These three women in my life are very different, and they in turn are different with other people, just as I am different with each of them. That's a fairly startling discovery, that you are very different with every person you have a deep relationship with. It blurs your own perception about what you "need" and who can provide it. Soon you start to realize that your needs aren't even the same from one person to the next. It's not that you compromise, it's that there are different rules. The only real requirements I can nail down is that I end up with someone I can connect with intellectually, emotionally and sexually.
Dating has certainly been a nightmare. I don't like doing it. The serious relationships I've had have been mostly effortless, and dating is too much work. I've met 16 duds since January. Most of the women I've met have no passion about much of anything. I can't be with someone who just allows life to happen to them.
So today marks a somewhat dark anniversary, but I can't say that the long-term outcome has been terrible. I'm relatively happy, but I admit that life is even more fun when you've got someone close who loves you, and you can love back. I'm sure I'll figure it out.