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Product DetailsFlorence Falk has been a psychotherapist in exclusive practice for the previous twenty years. She has actually offered lectures and also workshops throughout the country.
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Chapter OneIf I Am a Womale Alone, Who Am I?It"s January and breath-protecting against cold, the kind of weather Lisa"s Nordic blood thrives on. But this particular day the tonic isn"t functioning. Instead of her usual durable glow, Lisa looks wilted and solitary, as if she had actually rumelted to get to a party just to find it was over. And in a means, this is true.Four years after meeting at the hip downtvery own cabaret Joe"s Pub and falling instantly in love, Lisa and also Sam agreed to sepaprice. The decision appeared to take place of its own accord, oozing out of their apathy choose the insides of an egg from a cracked shell, and also they were too battle-fatigued to bother cleaning up the mess.Lisa used to say that in meeting Sam she had actually come as cshed as she could imagine to finding the best person for herself. Sam was a freelance journalist. Lisa assumed he was the smartest, many interesting guy she had ever met. "I dropped in love not just with his mind however through his sexy bearishnesseven his chipped tooth turned me on." She loved that he was left-handed and also had a huskies voice, the way he howled when they made love, just how his body smelled. She marveled at his boundmuch less energy, unfettered creative thinking, and also a steady-handed technique that allowed him to review an entire book or draft an post in one sitting. Above all, she loved that they were not just lovers yet each other"s "closest frifinish," frequently acting much less choose adults than five-year-olds, playing together in their own hermetic human being, as if the one external had actually ceased to exist.A whole year had passed choose that. Then progressively, subtly at first, things began to readjust. Was she imagining it, or was Sam becoming distant? He appeared much less emotionally available. For the initially time because they had been together, Lisa felt an empty space inside. She would have actually provided anything to melt the distance between them. As time passed, the empty feeling came and also went. When Sam was his lovable self, Lisa"s people righted itself and also she felt full aobtain. But as soon as he seemed the leastern little preoccupied or restmuch less, she started to ache via disappointment and require.Both Lisa and also Sam had prided themselves on their independent spirits. They had even promised each other not to talk about their future. The problem was that despite herself, Lisa wanted more. She was surprised and also disturbed by the feelings of longing Sam summoned up in herfeelings she didn"t also recognize were tbelow. But whenever she hinted at "longer-term possibilities," her cautious euphemism for marriage, Sam blocked her. "We"re doing great," he"d say reassuringly. "Let"s just see what happens." His resistance unsettled Lisa and also made her doubt herself; in earlier relationships, she had actually constantly felt in control.Lisa began to resent out the exceptionally attributes that attracted her to Sam. His writing seemed to take up more and even more of their private time, and also she encouraged herself that Sam was making use of his deadlines as an excuse to "disappear." At first, Sam tried to smooth ameans Lisa"s concerns, however as time went on, his anger flared. "Speak worrying about my occupational," he"d snap, "and also worry around your very own."Before long, light kisses on the examine reput lingering kisses on the lips. Lisa complained that they hardly ever before made love anymore. She and Sam started to argue all the moment, hurling insults and accusations back and forth: his "have to be the center of attention"; her "crazy temper"; his insistence on always being "right"; her "godawful prying"; his "sadistic putdownsespecially in front of my friends"; her laziness. Fights that had once finished in renewed vows of love and bouts of passionate sex currently drained all their energy.But when Sam lastly told Lisa he needed his own place, she was heartsick and filled through dreview. For the first time considering that they"d been together, she let her mind stray to the one thought she had scrupulously avoided till nowbeing alone.On the day Sam moved out, Lisa sat on the couch in stunned disbelief while he padded from bedroom to study to bathroom, sorting through clothes, publications, CDs, even bottles of shampoo and vitamins, separating out his stuff from hers. When he was finiburned packing, Sam walked over to her. "Be excellent to yourself, darling Lisa," he said, planting a kiss on her brow. "No matter what, this has been a great adendeavor for both of us." The ease with which he had currently appeared to slip earlier into his very own life and ameans from theirs infuriated Lisa. She both marveled at and also was enraged by his composure. "Just leave me the tricks, you arrogant bastard," she swarm ago. With a sigh, Sam set them down alongside her. Car service rang up a few minutes later on, and he let himself out the door.Feeling as well drained to move, Lisa curled up on the couch and also fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already dark. She had actually to pee badly, and her arm ached from lying on it, but she couldn"t bring herself to move till a cramped foot forced her to sit up. Her body felt slow-moving and also weak, and she might bacount lift her feet. The phone rang. Hearing her frifinish Katherine leave a message, she didn"t bvarious other to pick up. It was Sam"s voice she was waiting for.That night, Lisa couldn"t carry herself to sleep in their bed, so she lugged her pillow and comforter ago to the couch and also remained there, zoning out on old movies. She slept on the couch the next night, also, and also the next. With Sam gone, she discovered herself listening to the silence. It"s odd, she assumed. I"ve been by myself a thousand times when Sam was out. Only now it"s different. Before, I was alone, however not really. I was waiting for him. Now I"m not waiting for anyone. She began to sob, and finally the pain and also hurt came pouring out. She felt frightened and also perplexed. This didn"t seem genuine, however of course it was. He was gone and also he wouldn"t be coming earlier.LISA IS A collection designer who initially came to check out me once her "honeymoon" via Sam was over, and she was struggling to understand how a partnership so magical, so light and also luminous, can have actually begun to collect the dust of ordinary existence. She wanted to be wanted aget. She wanted Sam to feel her longing and also respond to her longing via his own. In her heart of hearts, she wanted to host on to the rosy candlelight glow of romance, fairly than have to attend to the bright, occasionally glaring day-to-day life via another perkid. And who can blame her? To be spun off earth and float over it for a while is exhilarating. But real love need to take root in the soil of reality; otherwise, it can"t last or modulate right into deeper form. Lisa and Sam"s partnership didn"t have actually such durability.Still, for Lisaand also practically every woman I knowthe problem is the difficult landing that occurs once a partnership ends and also she drops backward right into the shaming belief that somejust how she is to blame.Today, the woguy that sits across from me still feels as well bruised to try to pick herself up. "It feels favor there"s something terribly wrong with me. I don"t also understand why I feel so negative." Lisa speaks more slowly than usual, and in her eyes I view a threading of loss and also bewilderment. "I think I knew for a lengthy time that this particular day would come, but I didn"t dare let myself think around it. I guess I swept it under the proverbial rug." She is silent while she battles to make sense of her feelings. "It"s not that I desire to be with Sam. I expect, I carry out," she corrects, "however only if it could be the way it used to be, and also I understand it can"t. It"s simply that . . .""Just that what?" I ask.Lisa is staring at the floor. "That I"m alone, totally alone, and also it"s terrifying." She paprovides for a minute, then looks at me helplessly. "I don"t understand how to be a woguy alone."I AM STRUCK by the intensity of Lisa"s feelingas if she had simply described the best calamity that might befall a womale. What Lisa didn"t knowat least not thenwas that she was articulating the same fear, doubt, confusion, and feeling of helplessness numbers of womales feel at all stperiods of life as soon as they must learn for themselves what aloneness is and what it is choose to be a woman alone."I keep informing myself it will not be so awful after all, this living alone." Lisa sighs and straigh10s her shoulders. "All the very same, I"m not certain I deserve to perform it. I"m really not." Yet, prior to she met Sam, Lisa was alone; she had actually a budding career, plenty of lovers and also would-be lovers, excellent friends, and also a lively curiosity about life. Her life. I remind her that she more than when explained herself as "comfortable in my own shoes" before Sam came along. "Yes, yet tright here were always various other men roughly," she protests. "I never before had to concern around what it would certainly be like without one."Like many type of of us, Lisa assumes that a woguy alone should be miserable, and also, worse, that she somehow deserves to be, as if she bears complete responsibility for her manmuch less state. Striking a vein of babsence humor, Lisa wonders if she is like Typhoid Mary, transporting some unmentionable flaw that sends out guys fleeing and could be infectious. Without Sam, Lisa"s self-esteem has actually plummeted. She no much longer knows that she is or what she wants. She struggles versus 2 bullying emotions: shame for being a woguy alone, and are afraid that she will remain one. She cannot, no issue what her rational mind tells her, shake the belief that a woman alone is statusless: an outactors.Although this fantasy sounds exaggerated, some variation of it hovers in the creativity of a lot of womenwhether partnered or alone. Without a doubt, the well known scarlet letter A that as soon as stood for Adultery can now be shelp to stand also for Alone. How is it that even the most seemingly self-assured woman drops prey to feelings of inadequacy if she is not with a man? And where perform her feelings of neediness and also dependency aincrease from?Lisa exemplifies a paradox that besets many type of woguys this particular day who proceed to live an "as if" story. A modern woman may be the exceptionally model of self-reliance via respect to her worldly accomplishments education and learning, career standing, and the ability to earn a decent livingbut this is only half the story. The various other fifty percent, which is frequently hidden, is her fear of aloneness. To be alone, after all, is a reproduction ground for thought. And if we are puzzled or unsure of ourselves, that stubborn weed inadequacy takes over the garden. Nowhere is this even more obvious than when a woguy enters a connection. For no sooner does she feel an attraction to the other perboy than she begins to doubt herself. Suppose he thinks she is boring or a poor lover? That her legs are also brief or her breasts too small? That she is not smart or witty enough? Spirited amethod by self-deprecation, she has actually already fallen out of relationship to herself. But her real fearthe surprise determinant that provides her needy and also dependentis her are afraid of being alone.To say this burden is also hefty for a woguy to bear is a gross understatement. And yet the fear of aloneness is sufficient to keep us in tow, often lagging behind our very own desire for independencedespite the reality that we have actually been graced by the women"s motion via a cornucopia of opportunities. Underneath, womales are still terrified of standing on their very own. Regardless of the significant gains of the last four decades in women"s freedoms, as well many of us still bring the baggage of women"s lengthy social and also cultural history of being treated as second-course citizens and also social rejects unless we are under the defense of a guy.I am regularly struck by the variety of married women in my practice that are convinced that if they went out on their very own, they would certainly fail. That the believed of becoming a "bag lady"or, in one woman"s conjuring, "a Xerox lady feeding pperiods right into an equipment forever because that"s all I"m good for"have the right to still provoke such dcheck out indicates the pervasiveness of this are afraid in our age-and-status-phobic society. Given the facts that even more than a quarter of all single womales over eighteen (13.5 percent) live below the poverty line, that 26.5 percent of single female-headed families live below the poverty line, that four times as many kind of divorced women through children fall under the poverty line than married woguys via kids, and also that 19.6 percent of women alone over 65 live below the poverty line, the fear-based fantasies of these woguys unfortunately also have actually deep roots in reality. But the are afraid these woguys express is just partially around survival. They are additionally wrestling with deeply ingrained fantasies around what it implies to be without the defense of a man.From the beginning of recorded history, as Simone de Beauvoir reminded us in The Second Sex, woman has actually been defined solely in relation to guy. As de Beauvoir describes it, man, recorded in between fear and desire, has deified and also debased, adored and also despised, woguy, sindicate bereason she is "Other." In a primal, negative sense, woguy, viewed by man as object, begins to view herself with his eyes. Fear of losing or never attaining social status leads her to gauge her desires according to his criteria of measurement. Instead of asking Who am I? she asks, Who does he want me to be? Instead of pondering What execute I desire for myself? she asks, What does he want from me? No wonder, then, that aloneness is so terrifying to a woman. She regards it not as a state of potential libertywhat de Beauvoir dubbed "sovereign solitude"however of alienation, not realizing that the perchild she is the majority of alienated from is herself.For many woguys, being a woman alone is practically a euphemism for being flawednot with a modest flegislation, mind you, some fairly superficial and also fixable attribute favor a crooked tooth or poor eyesight, but naturally flawed, defective at the core. "To me being alone iswowwhat a loser!" says Martha, a writer in her mid-twenties that publiburned an initial novel based on her romantic relationships via males. "It indicates that, at bottom, you"re not wanted. Since if you were wanted, you"d never before need to be alone." Martha bounces from connection to relationship, and, in real life, as in her novel, requirements to be in regulate of everyone.
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Falling in love is how she escapes the aloneness she so fears. Her infatuations are short-lived, however, for as soon as she is sure the guy adores her, her enthusiasm wanes and also she starts planning her departure strategy