Yeah, I did it again. I said I would write regularly about something and then, after one post, I was gone again. Honestly, this season of Covid has been much harder than I expected.
March 29th and April 11th marked the anniversaries of losing my parents. While this is always a difficult time of year, it was exacerbated by being in the middle of a season of isolation. I’m also being sued for a car accident a few years ago. Then a friend of mine died suddenly on April 11th, and I will probably never know exactly what happened.
Honestly, with all of this going on, the hardest party of this season has been singleness.
Those who know me will find this hard to believe because, for a long time, I loved my singleness. I looked at relationships much like some agnostics look at religion: that’s a crutch for people who were weak. Being single in my 30s was a badge of honor; I didn’t need anyone.
Having never been in love, it seemed more stressful than it was worth. The pastor seemed to always be talking about fixing broken relationships. My friends would fight with their partner, then turn to me me and say I needed to find someone. No thanks.
Under both of those excuses, there was a lot of fear of men, which I went into already so I won’t rehash it here. My crazy goal of being married by 35 kept me working on myself, my fear, and trying to meet someone.
My first date with S was mostly for free sushi. He didn’t fit the profile of who I thought I wanted to marry. But as we got to know each other, it was really something special. Two weeks into our relationship, he told me that he’d spend the rest of his life convincing me to marry him. It took me two months, but I was convinced as well.
Unfortunately, S was the first man I have ever fallen in love with so I didn’t realize what was happening. Looking backward, it feels like a 32 year old experiencing a 6th grade relationship. While S had more experience and had been with other girls, he was my first serious relationship and I was confident marriage was in the near future.
So I started telling everyone we were getting married, I built a Pinterest board about wedding stuff, I got emotional about having a wedding without my parents, and basically was running down the path in that direction.
As a Barrett, I don’t like to be wrong. So even when the relationship started to have problems, I ignored them as growing pains or the result of my emotional battle with the idea of marriage. Eventually it got too bad and we broke up; I was devastated.
Now that we’ve past five weeks since the breakup, the acute pain of losing S is somewhat starting to fade. Behind that pain, though, has emerged a deep ache of loneliness I have never known before. For five months, I was with S almost every day. And anytime we spent apart was on the phone or texting.
While we were together, I don’t think I realized how much I leaned on him as an emotional support. But now that the relationship is over, the loss is acute. S was much more gentle with me than I had ever been with myself. When I would be sad, afraid, or hurting, he’d wrap his arms around me and encourage me to cry as he promised to hold me together.
My relationship with singleness is like a person growing up without air conditioning. Before, there wasn’t anything to miss. After living in a house with AC for five months, and experiencing the joy of cooled air, it feels insufferable to return to life how it was before.
In this season, I find myself drawn to old distractions (games, videos, etc) but the only real solution is in Christ. He is the only emotional support that cannot run dry. He is the constant companion that will never leave. He is the bridegroom and I am his bride. He will never cancel on me, no matter how many times I cancel on Him.
If only I could feel His arms around me and hear His voice promise to hold me together.



Thoughts?