Everyone I’ve had a serious relationship with has held me back in some way.

I was a willing participant in most of them, like the relationship where mine was the fall-back income while he struck out on a dream. We never actually needed to fall back, but the obligation was there. I was happy to invest in our future.

As it turned out it, was only his future I was investing in and I came away with nothing to show for the months of stress, the expertise I’d invested in his success, and the travel I hadn’t done because he thought you could just read a book instead.

Another was just a sweet, dull man. I pretended I wasn’t that much smarter than him for so long that it is still a habit I slip back into.

The last one was arrested for child sexual abuse and went to prison.

For years after that one, I was ill and often house-bound with no one to take care of me except for far away parents who paid some bills when I asked. Mostly I took care of myself by going into debt.

But I’ve been able to focus on just me again. I tried a relationship again recently, of course on the highest difficulty setting I could. But I’m back to just me now. I clearly have a terrible idea of what I need in partners.

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Sarah Jansen is an Australian writer, artsworker and communications professional.
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