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Love Is Not All That Matters

 

Updated 2018

While at a birthday party I attended in Denver after my first year in Mexico, I ran into an acquaintance, someone with whom I’d had a quick cup of coffee just before I left. She looked wain.  I learned her marriage had broken up the year prior.  

In a move that most of us would consider after a difficult divorce but dismiss as crazy, at 51 she joined the Peace Corps. She would be leaving for Kosovo in two months. Given her decision, I was surprised to hear her say when someone turned the discussion to dating after divorce ”love is all that matters.”

No, it’s not.  Millions of people prove every day that love (at least the romantic love that we were talking about) is not all that matters.  I wish I'd learned it sooner and had left for Mexico sooner, the way she left for Kosovo so quickly.

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A basic buddhist concept is dukkha. Several categories of suffering are contained in dukkha, one of which is the desire for things to be different, or longing. 

Wounded and flailing, many of us who have experienced divorce set out on a dangerous path, often causing even more unhappiness in our lives, or just as sadly, unhappiness in the life of a stranger, based on that flawed principle that “love is all that matters.”

In losing ourselves in a frantic quest to regain what was lost, we lose valuable time on an equally important search - the quest for meaning.  

One of the great things about a good marriage is the sense of security, real or imagined, it can afford you as you pursue your ultimate purpose. These are the best marriages; the ones that provide security but in which each is free to bloom. At it's best, marriage is a wonderful place to set out and fulfil your purpose.

As a divorced person, it’s difficult to distinguish as we venture out if it’s love we’re seeking or a warm, dry place - a fire to which we can return each night from our forays into the bewildering yet necessary hunt for the answer to why we are here.  

Then some of us wake up one day after a divorce alone and trying to remember which dreams are ours and mourning even the ones that weren't.

For all the pleasures of a happy marriage, when you are single you can examine the question of your life's meaning without the infringement of your partner's dreams (which must be considered). You can examine the question of purpose as yourself-in-full.  

Sometimes it’s very difficult to do it alone. Some days are cold and wet. You think it would be better to build a fire with the first reasonable person who comes along and stay there forever, safe and bored, fed but still hungry.

Some days as a single person you see-saw all day, glorifying in exploring some new venture in the morning and then by lunch longing to be one of those couples reading the paper together at the corner coffee shop.

You have exhilarating opportunities to explore friendships and romance with wildly divergent types of people. Your opinions aren't censored by that raised eyebrow or the subtle disapproval on the face of your beloved.

Then in the same day, the see-saw slams down. You are struck by the beauty of a skyline or a snowfall and wish desperately to share it. Some days you savor the solitary walks, other days you loathe them. See-saw...see-saw.

When you become single, new people in your life will force you to re-examine yours opinions and determine if they are yours alone. A former boyfriend once told me that women rarely chose their own music. They chose their partner’s music. Upon honest examination, I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right. What else, I asked myself, wasn’t really mine? As writer Philip Roth once wrote, lovers "don't seek to love you, they seek to colonize you."

Most of my friends who have been through a divorce comment on a return to personal authenticity they didn’t know they’d lost.  For most of us, it takes awhile to turn that renewed sense of self into something that can serve us, something bigger than ourselves.

In pondering this, I remembered an intriguing article in the New York Times by  Eli J. Finkel, a professor of psychology and management and organizations for Northwestern University New York Times, “The All or Nothing Marriage,” about how society's expectations of marriage have changed.

She recently collaborated with three other psychologists in developing a new theory about what we consider a happy marriage today.  “The gap between the benefits of a mediocre and happy marriage have increased,” she wrote, "Love and companionship are no longer enough, as they were until about 1965".  

Marriage has evolved over the centuries along the same lines as Abraham Maslow’s famous Hierarchy of Needs. People now seek marriage as a vehicle for self-discovery and personal fulfillment as well as love and companionship.  

Life is a Gordian knot. Those of us who get divorced don’t know if we'll ever find that perfect partner; a person who encourages us to do what we need to do in order to die feeling our lives concluded at least close to the stars.  

Clearly, such would be a tall order for any potential life partner. Until then, what are we to do with our time? Shouldn't we at least couple our pursuit of that romantic Holy Grail with a concurrent quest for meaning?

It was a quest of meaning that drove me to Mexico.  My quest became to help people realize they did have options, that they don’t have to settle for the prospect of a lesser life because they hadn’t banked the money necessary to secure a happy and healthy old age in the United States.  

Several years of see-sawing was necessary for me to develop a method of conveying to others how and why at least part-time expat life could/should be considered.  Seeing how much fear people lived with, my quest has never been that that others do it as much as their knowing they can.

My friend made a quick, brave, and decisive move. I didn't want to hear her corrupt that victory by repeating women's magazine dross about love being all that mattered. A life lived on its own terms matters too.

Show them how it's done, girl. 

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About the author, Kerry Baker

Hola, I am a partner with Ventanas Mexico which provides insight and resources to those considering expat life in Mexico. A good place to start is with my book, "If Only I Had a Place" a guide on renting for aspiring expats. You can rent luxuriously for even less than you thought possible. Avoid the pitfalls, and take advantage of the opporunities you have as a expat.

I also wrote my first love, the "Interactive Guide to Learning Spanish Free Online," a curation of the best Spanish language tools on the web.  Don't wait to get started once you're in Mexico. Get started today with my interactive links to the best tools, organized into lesson plans.