When I was a teenager, coming of age in the 70s, my
grandmother, for whom the 60s and “free love” never happened, told me, “Why buy
the cow if you can get the milk for free?” Of course, I thought she was being
old fashioned. However, I have come to see the wisdom of her words, but from a
different perspective.
By the time you’re in your 50s, relationships are no longer for the purpose of
starting and raising a family; they’re for companionship. This is not to say,
however, that marriage is no longer a goal. For most of us, it remains
important, as reflected in our desire for a relationship to be “heading
somewhere.”
The biggest mistake I have made is spending too much time and making too much of
an emotional investment in relationships that, for one reason or another, had no
future. In retrospect, I recognize that I had been happy to find some
intelligent companionship and had been hoping against hope that the rest would
fall into place. But this is not something that just “falls into place.” Rather,
our intentions are set well before we meet someone, and there is nothing we can
do to change this. But I had to learn the hard way.
Sometimes, going into a relationship, I knew that it probably would never “go
anyplace.” When I met Phil, he was 49 and never married. He told me, “There were
women who wanted to marry me, who I didn’t want to marry, and there were women I
wanted to marry, who didn’t want to marry me.” Yeah, right. But up until the
point that I broke up with him, I was the “good girlfriend.” Not only did I
provide him with intelligent companionship, but I was always “there” for him,
being “emotionally supportive” and going with him to movies and events of little
interest to me—because, at the time, I wanted to, for the sake of the
relationship. But we never really got beyond “dating.”
At other times, when there were “extenuating circumstances,” I felt that, once
the circumstances were resolved, we could “forge ahead.” When I met Henry, he
told me that he was looking for someone with whom to have a “24/7” relationship.
This was true. He wanted to see me all the time, at least when he was in Irvine
for the six months of the year that he wasn’t in Oslo, his adopted home. He said
that, “eventually,” he would move here. But, for now, he added, how could he
make a commitment when he was still living in two places? In the meantime, there
I was—again—the “good girlfriend.” I can’t tell you how many times I schlepped
with him to “visit” his airplane or to go to the pilot store. After enduring two
years of his back and forth, he finally moved here. The “extenuating
circumstances” had been resolved, but his commitment issues had not.
But I only have myself to blame. I gave freely of my time, my caring, and my
support—the “milk” of human kindness. Phil and Henry had no reason to “buy” into
a commitment; they were getting everything they wanted. Fortunately, I have
learned from my mistakes.
A recent relationship appeared to have potential. He treated me with kindness
and respect and, when I was sick with the flu, missed an important meeting to
take me to the doctor and to get my prescriptions. He called me during the day
and read me a bedtime story at night. I was, to use his words, “the best thing
to ever happen to [him].” We had a wonderful time together, as well as the best
communication that I have ever had with a man. But often our communication
related to the fact that, despite how much he enjoyed being with me and didn’t
want to lose me, he was not ready to make a commitment.
This time, however, I had lost my willingness to emotionally invest in a
relationship that was “going nowhere” and, after giving it enough time to see
that nothing was changing, I left. I was no longer willing to give away the
“milk” for free.
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