We all enter seasons in our lives where we feel like everything is coming to a head – life just won't let up.
I, for one, experience this period of “WTF" every few years, or so. Most recently – last May to be exact – I had firmly set my feet back on the ground (financially) following a drought of sorts due to job loss, followed by inconsistent freelance work, and countless financial emergencies, which drained my life savings.
In 2011 -- a year following my divorce, I met a young man who I felt could mend my heart.
He was tall, dark, handsome, well spoken and well liked -- everything a girl could dream of on paper. In the beginning there was light, a light of hope for a new love. But as time went by, the relationship spun into darkness. Whether it was the dish I cooked, shirt I picked out, or the way I answered him, it was as if nothing I did was good enough. In fact, his dissatisfaction only made me want to work harder and do more to please.
Unfortunately, there's no guide on how not to be a shitty boyfriend or girlfriend. In fact, many of us go through life worshiping that dizzying, irrational romantic love that somehow finds busting the windows of a car in a fit of tears somewhat endearing. Reality TV leaves us with a false definition of love, Hollywood couples seem to crumble everyday and well our culture’s take on self-love over everything doesn't leave much to be desired.
They also have a subtle way of teaching us a few things about ourselves; whether it be where we could practice a little more patience or how to be courageous. As a single mother of two daughters, Alannah, 9, and Tahliah, 2, going on 20, I know this far too well!