There is a particular kind of person who is always - it seems - unlucky in love.
Despite their best intentions and efforts, they seem to move from one unsatisfying candidate
to another without ever being able to settle.
One lover turned out to be secretly married to someone else, another - after an initial
period of enthusiasm - never called back, a third turned out to be alcoholic and violent…
We can only express sympathy for what seems like so much bad luck.
And yet, if one examines the problem at closer range, we’re liable to find that bad luck
can only explain so much - and that there has, in addition, been a process of careful
curation at work. The unfortunate lover has not simply stumbled upon a succession of frustrating
or mean-minded partners, they have actively sought these out and invited them in, while
simultaneously ensuring that no kinder candidate could ever gain a foothold. They still deserve
a lot of sympathy, but not for the problem they have ostensibly complained about.
It is logical to imagine that what we naturally want in love is someone who will treat us
with respect and tenderness, with loyalty and thoughtfulness. But however much these
may sound desirable in theory, in reality, such qualities are, in some, liable to provoke
huge anxieties and - on occasion - feelings of revulsion.
It might seem uncomplicatedly beautiful if someone makes us breakfast in bed, gives us
endearing nicknames, tells us how much they miss us, cries a little when we go away on
a long trip and offers us a thoughtful-looking teddy bear to pack in our case. There could
surely be nothing nicer, except that is, if we are in any way in doubt as to our own value.
For the self-hating ones among us, such attentions are likely to trigger acute discomfort and
anxiety: why does our lover seem to think so much better of us than we think of ourselves?
Why do they hold us in such high esteem when we, for our part, cannot bear our reflection?
How have we come to be so heroic in their eyes when we are so despicable in our own?
Why do they call us beautiful and kind, intelligent and thoughtful when we feel as if we are none
of these things? Their attentions end up having to be met with all the disdain we accord to
false flatterers. We are sickened to receive gifts that we are, deep down, sure we do not
deserve.
It’s as an escape from this form of nausea that we may run into the arms of people who
can be relied upon to be satisfactorily cruel to us. They aren’t delighted when we walk
into a room, they have no interest in our childhoods or what happened to us today, they
show no particular enthusiasm for sleeping with us, they flirt with others and give us
no guarantee that the relationship will survive until tomorrow. It sounds appalling and in
a sense it is, but it may feel a lot less appalling than to be showered by a kindness
we are certain in our bones that we have never earnt. At least the meanness on display accords
perfectly with our assessment of ourselves.
Whatever we may claim, there are almost always a host of potential romantic partners ready
to treat us very nicely; it is just that - without any awareness of the process - we have probably
become experts at dismissing them at the first opportunity, tossing them aside with terms
like ‘boring’ or ‘uninspiring’ - by which we really mean: uninclined to think
as badly of us as we think of ourselves or unlikely to make us suffer in the way we need
to suffer in order to feel we are receiving the sort of attention that befits us.
In truth, these kind people are generally very far from dull or stupid. They have cleverly
spotted something about us that we have not yet taken on board: that we are not appalling
and that beneath our defences, we remain kind, sweet and worthy. These observers just frighten
us because, with their kindness, they challenge a fundamental pillar of our psychology, the
idea that we are owed punishment.
We will learn to see many such kind lovers waiting for us in the wings, and will be far
readier to let them into our affections, the moment we can accept that, for all our many
(yet utterly normal) flaws, we don’t deserve to be treated badly for the rest of our lives.