On May 20, 2006, I met my 70th first date at a coffee shop in Portsmouth, Virginia. Less than 90 days later, we were officially engaged to be married. Our wedding date was set for January 1st. Those were some of the happiest days of my life. Being mired in romantic love was every bit as delicious as I’d imagined it would be.

The best part was knowing that my dating days were behind me and also knowing that I’d survived my last lonely Christmas. In years prior, I’d gone to desperate measures to avoid the emotional pain of being utterly alone on Christmas Day. One especially memorable Christmas, I asked my ex in-laws if I could come to their house and watch my children unwrap their many presents. It was awkward and odd, but it was the best I could do that particular year and frankly, it was far better than being alone. (In another post, I wrote about the culture of loneliness.)

And then came Christmas 2006, my first post-divorce, pair-bonded Christmas event. A few days before Christmas, my soon-to-be husband and I walked through Macarthur Mall on our way to the movies. Our youngest daughters (his and mine) walked side-by-side in front of us. He and I held hands as we walked and I leaned over to him and said, “Isn’t it nice to be here with our little girls and be a family again?”

With his voice cracking with emotion he said, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
This man, my 70th first date, my fiance, had been single for 10 years after his divorce. I’m sure he knew about lonely holidays, too.

A few days before Christmas he sent me a text message that said, “It is a sheer joy to have this holiday season with you.”

Ditto.

Christmas 2008 at our home in Virginia

These “happy holidays” can be hard on people who are already struggling day to day with isolation and loneliness. And this time of year can be extra tough on the freshly divorced.

In 2002, after my divorce, I lived alone for the first time in my 43 years of life. And one of the harshest surprises of this new solo experience was the soul-crushing pain of loneliness. I lived alone. I worked from home (alone) and I ate alone and I slept alone. Many days passed when I didn’t see another human face. Work kept me busy and distracted most days but the holidays presented a special challenge.

In 2004, I gave a lecture in Muncie, Indiana. It was a small group and a lovely gathering. After the lecture, an older woman came up to me and started chatting with me. I told her my mother had died in 2002 and that I still missed her.

“She always insisted that I call her when traveling and let her know that I’d arrived safely,” I told the elderly woman who looked back at me with the sweet smile and understanding eyes. “But now there’s no one to call now. I just sit in my hotel room and stare at the phone, wishing I could talk to her one more time.”

“I know about loneliness,” the elderly woman said quietly. “I know how it feels to realize that there’s no-one waiting for you at home and no one expecting your call. I know all about that.”

Her words touched my soul.

After my first post-divorce holiday, my daughter Crystal told me what she’d learned about loneliness while working during the holidays at a video rental store.

“On Thanksgiving  Day and Christmas Day, there are two kinds of people who rent videos,” she told me. “There are the smiling parents with the happy kids bouncing around their feet, looking for a video that’ll keep the kids entertained for a couple hours. And then there are the desperately lonely souls, whose number one goal is getting through the day without slashing their wrists. They can hardly bear to make eye contact.

“When I see them at my register, loaded down with enough videos to keep their brain turned off for eight hours, I don’t want to twist the knife by wishing them a ‘Happy Thanksgiving’ or ‘Merry Christmas.’ I just bag up their videos and say, ‘Thank you.’”

Before my divorce, I was clueless about this massive culture of loneliness. I had no idea how frightening and depleting loneliness could be.

Now I understand.

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