For most of my life, at least what I can remember of it, I’ve been a Seeker.
A Seeker of knowledge, in that I love to always learn new things. I have a gift for remembering seemingly useless trivia, earning me one of my many nicknames. “The Queen of Useless Knowledge”. But, I also constantly search for new wisdom to fill my brain, of all sorts, be it historical, medical, scientific, supernatural, esoteric, you name it.
I used to seek for affirmation and approbation, as well. Other people’s opinions of me were almost more real than my own, and would color how I viewed everything, from how I acted, to how I felt about myself, and the world around me. I don’t do that anymore, because I discovered that I was never going to receive what I needed in life that way – SELF acceptance and love. I had to learn, over and over, that no one else’s opinions of me mattered, only my own. It took me a long time to realize that, but I’m better now for it.
And, I’ve always been a Seeker of love. Love of family and friends, as well as that of romantic love from someone else.
That’s…been a lot harder to find.
I thought I had it in both of my marriages, only to be proven wrong. The first one, well, I’m not sure he knows what loving someone else means, that you have to give up a part of yourself to the other person, and that it’s about being there for each other, not just when things are easy, but most importantly, when things are bad. He never seemed to get that, so I had to walk away. Twice. It took me over 20 years, and 2 attempts at a relationship with him to get that through my head, but it finally stuck.
The second ex-husband…well, he hoarded all his love for our son, thinking that, well, since he married me, he didn’t have to actually love me anymore, since marriage says forever, right? All the hard work was done while we dated, so now he could sit back & watch me do all the work in the relationship. No. Just – no.
And, I’ve had other relationships since, which have all fallen apart, for one reason or another.
So, I’ve been doing some hard contemplation, lately.
About what I truly want.
About how I’m going to get it.
And about what I’ve been doing up until now, that’s prevented me from truly Finding what I’ve been Seeking.
Because there’s still a part of me that feels as though I’m not worth it. That…if all these men can leave me, that the fault must be in me, somewhere.
And, to a certain extent, that’s correct.
The fault does lie in me.
Because I settle.
If I’m truly going to find Love – yes, with a capital letter – then I have to make some changes.
First – no more settling for less than what I want.
If I want real love, the kind that will stay, will fight for a relationship with me, the kind that will work with me to keep the relationship a good one…I HAVE to act, and believe, that I deserve it.
No more “hanging out and hooking up”.
No more accepting relationships that have no future.
If I want Love, Marriage and Forever, and I do, (no pun intended), then I have to stop letting myself settle for anything less.
I will find Love again, someday. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, next week, or even within the next year.
But I will stop settling for its pale cousin.
Because I am a Seeker.
And I will Find another, someday.