Everyone has their own post breakup rules.
Some people remove all trace of the relationship, some people need to be surrounded by friends, others have to binge on chocolate alone while watching terribly written sappy movies to give them hope that this is not the end of…whatever it is they’re scared of it being the end of.
Mine is simple.
Stop telling me I’ll find someone.
I know this sentiment is made with the best of intentions, but I find it an incredibly toxic response. First, you don’t know the exact circumstances in which someone ended their relationship–but most importantly, you’re projecting something onto a scenario that can only cause problems.
“You’ll find someone” tells the recipient of this sentiment that they’ve lost something. That they are now “without”.
I feel like we put too much pressure on the concept of soulmates. Of finding “that one person”.
To even remotely buy into this idea, I would have to accept that “true love” is something only afforded once to a person, and in my experience, love is a delightfully common thing.
Why can we only celebrate or truly value something because it’s rare?
I have been in love at least twice in my life–three times, quite possibly. And those romantic entanglements are vastly overshadowed by the great love I have and receive from my friends and family.
It’s overwhelming and wonderful and far too understated.
Look, it’s possible there will be another romantic what not in my future–it’s also possible there won’t be, and the best part about this question is it truly does not matter either way.
I’m complete on my own. It took me a while to find all the pieces as they weren’t neatly packaged together from birth–but I have them. And I’m fine. I’m awesome. I’ll have days of sadness, I’ll be hurt, I’ll be angry or even maybe a little bitter. I can even toss and turn over things that were or weren’t said or done in that relationship.
But that’s being real. That’s being human. You have those moments regardless what kind of role that someone played in your life.
Another person cannot complete you, and they are not a necessary part of your story. You haven’t failed because you had a break up, and you won’t be failing if you don’t find another person you want to share that kind of relationship with.
I think we perpetuate a dangerous mindset when we sing so many songs about not being able to go on without another person.
I’ve lost people to far more terrible things than break ups. I’ve said goodbye for the last time in this life to so so many loved ones–a pain, frankly, that far outweighs the realization that someone doesn’t love you how you thought.
And yet, I’m here. I’m still breathing. My heart’s still beating. I’m still able to keep going.
I want to still keep going.
This line of thinking, I suppose, is also completely separate from the actual context of the break up.
I left an emotionally abusive relationship that had been draining my life bit by bit for nearly three years. Yes, there were happy moments, yes there were times where I had a plan for the future…
But it wasn’t healthy.
And telling me not to worry because one day “I’ll find someone” when I’m “ready” completely negates the really remarkable point of all of this.
I did find someone.
I found me.