BY WENDY SQUIRES
Apparently we women have a problem. Something so insidious it’s stopping us from “keeping a man.” (Yes, I loathe that term too.)
Just last week I encountered yet another strong friend I admire in distress, her relationship almost over.
The problem, her partner had explained to her, was that my friend was ‘too independent’, that she doesn’t need a man. And her man didn’t like that.
She came to me to discuss her dilemma because she knew I’d been in the same situation years earlier, after a man I cared for deeply told me the same thing.
The problem in our relationship, he said before leaving me (to return to an ex-girlfriend he had previously described as “clingy and suffocating”) was that I could live without him.
He was aware that I was happy in my own company, had my own friends, interests and life, and this made him feel redundant, unwanted and unloved.
The reality was he was none of these things. I loved him dearly. He was a lover, best friend and my rock but what’s more, he was someone I could love, wholly and deeply.
But yes, I always knew that if our relationship headed south at any stage, I could survive. It would be hard and I would be devastated but my resilience muscle had been well exercised over the years and would likely flex again. And so it did when he left.
So, when counselling my girlfriend, I had little advice to offer, only lame promises that the pain would abate and life would go on. That the bright side was she liked herself and her own company – this, being the best soft landing for any life dumping.