“What’s a midlife crisis? It’s the stuff of jokes and stereotypes — the time in life when you do outrageous, impractical things like quit a job impulsively, buy a red sports car, or dump your spouse.”
“The term crisis often doesn’t fit, mental health experts say, because while it can be accompanied by serious depression, it can also mark a period of tremendous growth. The trick, of course, is to realize when the transition is developing into depression so you can get help.”
I remember hearing this term when I was younger and even in the present day. We would laugh and make some joke about “oh, she/he must be going through a mid-life crisis” *insert LOL* So I decided to look into this more and read about it. I’m considered “mid-life” right now though I don’t believe there’s truly a specific age frame. Granted I don’t see it happening to 20 something year olds but even 30’s can give you that mid-life feeling, especially if you take on a mature, grown up stance earlier on in life.
I for one, had a baby at 21 and was married at 24. I had a few wild years from 18-20 but that was short lived, as being a mother was my first priority. I had to work a full-time job and raise my son “along” with his father. My friends were out partying, going to the beach and having a carefree life but my choice was made & I had to grow up quite quickly.
I don’t believe I’ve ever had a mid-life crisis, I guess not everyone does. But as I read about what happens and what people face during this crisis I believe it played a role in my partner’s phase last year. I’m not saying it was all about a mid-life crisis, not at all, there were plenty of factors but I do believe it played a shady little part in it all.
My partner was 35. She grew up in a very small town until she was 21. She was the kid who stayed home to be with mom so she wasn’t lonely instead of going out & having fun with her friends. She didn’t dabble in drugs, alcohol or sex. She met a girl online, it grew into a relationship so she packed up her duffle bag (she is a lesbian, remember?) and moved to the big city 5 hours away. Got a state job and her own apartment. She was 22.
I met her when she was 24. Still so young and naive. By this time she had been through a few girlfriends, all of which cheated on her (ironic, eh?) She met me, we fell head over heels and by the age of 25 (not even) she was in a committed relationship with a straight girl raising her uber difficult child.
We faced many challenges with my son as he isn’t the easiest to deal with. He loathed her, or at least acted like he did. They were buds for the first 2 years but when things got more serious, we moved in together & she became an authority figure, he began to rebel. Two Taurus, one household. You do the math.
By the time she was just turning 30, she was taking on the role as step mom, raising several fur babies, buying a house and cars and working the mundane desk job to make ends meet. After we bought our house we became interested in fitness and could use the extra cash so we both got a second job at the same gym. Additionally, she decided to go back to school and did online schooling for 4 years.
At 35, I think life broke her. We were going through the same steps every day. Very few vacations, less intimate time together. Paying bills, going to jobs, fighting with an angry teen, fighting with me ABOUT the angry teen, keeping up with the rescues and their antics, going to a dead end job that caused nothing but stress. Wanting more than we had. Wanting a better life, financially & emotionally. Wanting time to take care of herself, but she never did. She took care of others, especially me. In return, I sucked it up. I basked in the attention she gave me. I had the attitude of “I could do nothing wrong”. I paid more attention to technology than I did her. We didn’t communicate, she didn’t know how to talk, I didn’t know how to listen. Bad combo.
That’s when she said she couldn’t do it anymore. She never expressed what she was feeling, I don’t think she even knew how to. The way she describes it, she was truly depressed but never thought that could happen to her so she just figured life became dull & she fell out of love. She didn’t care to work on things because in her mind, how she felt couldn’t just change. It was feelings, they don’t just change like that. Granted, isn’t that what just happened?
She moved out, she had bought a truck about 5 months prior to her move. When she moved out, she bought another truck, twice her payment. I knew she couldn’t afford it but for once, in 11 years, she didn’t have to “ask” my permission, she was going to get what she wanted and so she did. She left me, bought a truck, racked up bills shopping, and found herself interested in someone younger. Mid-life crisis? Sure sounds much like one. But not an excuse.
She needed validation in life. I wasn’t giving it to her. She had been tossed into this adult world, yes by choice, but without realizing what it truly entailed, do any of us?? I think it finally drug her down where she second guessed if this was what her life was meant to be. She spent most of her “free” spirit days as a step mom, partner, student, employer and provider, all at the age of 24. Not an easy task. I look at my sisters (23 & 26) and can’t imagine them in this kind of life dynamic. They’re living the high life, free to run, party, meet new people, try out different jobs/careers, date several people.
I didn’t get those years either, so I get it. I know my mind often wondered what life would have been like if I had not had a kid so young, but ya know what, I wouldn’t change it. It’s how my life was meant to play out, it made me grow up and be responsible. I’m not sure she was ready for all that. We even discussed from the beginning how she wanted kids and I was done. I had no desire to have any more children and she made the choice to go with her heart and be with me and forego that dream.
I remember at the ripe ole age of 29 I asked myself if I was happy and was this the life I wanted? Without hesitation, I answered no.I was married to a non-existent husband and father. He worked a lot and spent the rest of his time drinking or sleeping. (oh and did I mention cheating?) We had no connection, no bond, nothing.Our 11 year relationship was more on/off than a flickering lightbulb. My son was my best friend and my parents were next in line. My ex wasn’t even in the top 10. I was miserable. I was overweight, broke, unhappy and basically a single mom with a drunk roommate to clean up after. So I bailed.
I still vividly remember the day I sat down calmly, without any reservations and said “I’m not happy with my life and I don’t want to be together anymore”. He was upset as expected but not once do I recall him asking what HE could do to fix things. Instead he accused me of cheating (hello pot, I’m the kettle) and made my life ultimately miserable the first couple months we were separated. I wasn’t unsure of my decision but like any long term relationship you always have that little voice questioning if you’re doing the right thing. It didn’t take long for me to confirm that my decision was absolutely what was best for me.
It wasn’t a mid-life crisis, I didn’t do outrageous things to try to find happiness though some may say finding the love of my life 4 days later defies that. To me, that was fate. I was meant to be there and meet her and vice versa. Now that life has played out the way it has it makes me sit back and analyze why things happened the way they happened and really there is never just one answer, there are many and there are not enough.
As always, infidelity and lying is a choice. The planets don’t force you to and a mid-life crisis doesn’t make you someone you’re not BUT I do believe we have to look at many different facts to truly get a better understanding of how our lives play out the way they do. She’s not an asshole, she’s not a cheater. She’s one of the most caring, sweetest, loving people I know and that’s why I continue to look for reasoning, because I know this isn’t who she is and she does deserve full, true forgiveness and that is my goal.
Let’s hope I don’t hit a mid-life crisis on my way to find it.