Every relationship I’ve been in with a man has had the intention to complete, to heal and to save me.
I’ve been separated from my husband for nearly two years. My life is full of delightful connections with people I love, work I love to do and with the beauty that surrounds me. Truly I lack nothing. However . . .
Though, I know I lack nothing, how do I be in a world, which from the very beginning of life impresses upon my imagination that without a man, a one true love, who will be with me forever and ever, that I am incomplete.
Eternally optimistic that this one true love will come, I struggle with the fact that, at 61 years old, that One True Love has yet to arrive. It is extremely challenging not to fall prey to those beliefs that have me think that there must be something truly wrong with me. I’m smarter than that and thank God, I’m wiser than that too. And the dilemma is still present.