The only thing that today’s post has to do with books is that it is a constant andrepeating topic in many books…love. Love that is lost, heartbreak and recovery.
One of my twin daughters was gobsmacked this week when her romantic interest of over two years told her the love was gone. I received an early morning phone call,through many tears she told me she was being broken up with. She was coming home for a couple of days, no work or classes were in the way.
I prepared myself for her arrival by thinking back to my 20 year old self, this journey back in time was kind of startling, because I realize that my daughter and I had very similar character flaws. As a young woman I was an all or nothing kind of person. I fell hard and fast for many men during my college and single young adult years. I wanted that love, whether it was real love, the feeling of love, the outward signs that someone cared for me or any and all of the above I wanted to be part of a duo, a couple. I have no doubt that this came across as screaming “needy crazy woman”!! I can remember often giving up time with my friends to be with some guy, often at the last minute too, geez what kind of friend was I?
I have no idea what drives anyone to modify their life to be with another, but I was at one time that woman. Insecure, certainly, but I came from a two parent family with a devoted mother and father, so I shouldn’t have been hungry for male attention. So yesterday and today I thought about myself, and my daughter, and I tried very honestly to share with her how I did know how she felt. I had once loved and lost. I had felt that I was with the one person I’d marry and spend my life with, as she did. I did understand how she has spent all this time and energy into building a relationship. She also feels like she’s losing her best friend, because no one understands her like this person did. I do understand how awful it feels. I listened as she cried, and then ranted in anger, and cried some more. I fed her comforting foods and chocolate, and hugged her.
I also reminded her that she has to put herself first…and perhaps right now that is the hardest thing to do. She is young, finishing college next year, and about to embark on her own independent life. I know my own mother loved me and believed in me, but I don’t think she gave me that same message. I want my daughter to know that she IS the most important person in her life. She must focus on herself first, and love herself first, believe in herself. I know I finally got all those messages and I didn’t have to hunt down the man I married or give up a part of myself to keep him. I cried to myself a bit today when she left, hoping she is gaining strength inside, hoping I gave her just a little bit of that.
Do you remember being young and feeling that all consuming love whether it was right or wrongly placed? That song Love Hurts keeps running through my head…so so true.