A Literary Prescription for
For the strange first months of being one person instead of half of two.
Whether it ended by choice, by somebody else’s choice, or by a death, the arithmetic afterwards is the same and nobody prepares you for it. You have to relearn a Sunday. You have to work out who to ring when something happens. There is a grief here even when the relationship badly needed to end, and it is not the same as wanting the person back — it is for the routines, the shared shorthand, the version of yourself who existed inside it. And then, at some point that arrives without warning, you notice you have stopped bracing and have started rather liking a life nobody else is negotiating with. These books, poems and quotes are for the whole stretch: the raw weeks, the awkward invitations, the pitying head tilt at parties, and the considerably better part that comes after.
“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.”Michel de Montaigne Essays, “Of Solitude”, 1580
Books
Two of these are practical: one is the workhorse handed round divorce recovery groups, one is a psychologist going at the two-in-the-morning thoughts directly. The rest are novels about women rebuilding a self after a marriage ends — a widow in a small Irish town, a woman who walks off a beach and keeps going, and one who turns the worst year of her life into a comedy with recipes in it.
The Unexpected Joy of Being Single
Gray spent years treating single as a waiting room and then took a deliberate break from dating to find out what was actually there. She is funny and rude about the assumptions — the pitying head tilt, the seating plans, the friends who cannot help matchmaking — and good on the research showing that single people are not, on the whole, the unhappy ones. The most immediately cheering book here.
Nora is widowed in her forties in a small Irish town in the late 1960s, with four children and a great many people calling round to be kind at her. Tóibín writes the years afterwards with almost no drama: the job, the money, the record player she buys for herself, the slow reappearance of a woman who existed before the marriage. Quiet, and the finest novel there is on becoming a person again.
A clinical psychologist on the specific thought patterns that make being single feel like a failure: the catastrophising, the comparison, the belief that a life only counts once somebody has picked you. It is proper cognitive behavioural work rather than encouragement, with exercises, and it is aimed squarely at the two in the morning version of the question rather than the dinner-party one.
Delia Grinstead, forty and comprehensively taken for granted, walks off a Delaware beach in her swimming costume and simply keeps going. She rents a room in a strange town, takes a job, and constructs a life in which nobody knows her. Tyler is neither approving nor disapproving, which is what makes it work, and the ending is more interesting than the premise leads you to expect.
Mildred Lathbury is in her thirties, lives alone in a London flat, and is described by everybody as capable, which is how a woman on her own becomes the person who makes the tea at other people’s crises. Pym is very funny and slightly merciless about it. She is also warmer than her reputation suggests, and the ending grants Mildred exactly the freedom she has been quietly enjoying all along.
Rebuilding: When Your Relationship Ends
The old workhorse, and still the most used book in divorce recovery groups. Fisher lays the process out as nineteen building blocks, from denial through to freedom, and the reason it endures is that it stops people assuming they are doing it wrong. Not elegant and not meant to be. Useful in the way a map is useful when you are certain you are the only person ever to have been lost here.
Rob is thirty-five, has just been left, and deals with it by ranking his five worst break-ups and then tracking the women down to ask what went wrong. It is very funny and it is also the most accurate account anyone has written of a man doing the emotional work badly, in the wrong order, whilst insisting he is fine. Men are single again too, and they tend to get handed far less about it than women do. This one is honest about the sulking, the self-pity and the slow, unglamorous business of growing up a bit.
Poems about being single again
One poet locating her steadiness in something she carries rather than somebody she has, one declining an offer with great politeness, and one tending her own mind as a full-time and satisfying occupation.
from “No Coward Soul Is Mine”
Emily Brontë, 1846
Said to be the last poem Emily Brontë wrote, and it is not modest. What makes it belong here is where she locates the steadiness: not in a person, not in a creed, but in something she carries. Read it on a Sunday when the house is quiet and everybody else appears to be at a lunch. She is not saying she has company. She is saying she is not trembling.
from “No, Thank You, John”
Christina Rossetti, 1860
Rossetti wrote this in 1860 and her brother left it out of the collected poems because he found it unfeminine, which tells you it was working. It is a woman declining, plainly and without apology, and offering friendship instead. Worth keeping for the stage where you are single, content, and slightly tired of being told that is temporary.
from “The Shepherdess”
Alice Meynell, 1895
Meynell is describing a woman entirely occupied with the tending of her own mind, and the point is that it is a full-time job and a satisfying one. It is the quietest poem here and possibly the most useful: a picture of a life that is not waiting for anybody, in which the attention that used to go outward has been turned to what is actually yours to look after.
Quotes & Prose
Short lines for the next time somebody asks whether you have met anybody.
The capacity to be alone is a valuable resource when changes of mental attitude are required.
Anthony Storr
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
Henry David Thoreau
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
May Sarton
There is a particular freedom in being nobody’s other half. Nothing has to be negotiated, nothing has to be explained, and Sunday belongs entirely to you.
Georgia Clare
From Georgia
A few short practices for the months of working out who you are when nobody else is defining it.
Embracing Your True Self
A guided practice for setting aside who you think you should be, and returning gently to the person you actually are.
Listen Now For FreeRebuilding Your Life Meditation
A calm, forward-looking practice for a life that is changing shape, with room to picture the version of things you actually want.
Listen Now For Free
Falling in Love Again After Heartbreak
On loving the life you have rebuilt on your own, and why that is worth protecting whether or not anybody ever comes along.
Read the Essay →
The Inner Peace Toolkit
2 guided meditations, an Inner Peace Journal, an affirmations eBook, 10 printable affirmation prints and 10 calming phone wallpapers — small daily practices to come back to whenever you need to slow down and reconnect with yourself.
Explore the Toolkit →Questions people ask
Start with The Unexpected Joy of Being Single by Catherine Gray, which is funny and rude about the assumptions and reassuring about the research. If the ending is recent and raw, Rebuilding by Bruce Fisher is the workhorse used in divorce recovery groups and its main gift is stopping you assume you are doing it wrong. For a novel, Nora Webster is the finest thing here.
Yes, and the difference is the comparison. Somebody single at twenty-four is comparing themselves to a future. Somebody single again is comparing themselves to a past: the routines, the shared references, the person who knew the whole story without being told it. That grief is real even when the relationship needed to end, and it is not the same as wanting them back.
Lines worth keeping include “The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself” (Michel de Montaigne), “I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude” (Henry David Thoreau) and “Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self” (May Sarton). You will find these and others in the quotes section above.
There is no schedule, and the people most confident about telling you one are rarely the people to ask. A more useful test than time elapsed is whether you would still want your own life if nobody turned up. If the answer is yes, you are in a good position to meet somebody. If it is no, that is worth working on first, and we have a fuller prescription for midlife dating when you get there.