Lessons From a Recovering Reject

Ever been rejected?

Of course you have.  We all have.  And doesn’t it just hurt like a… ?  Well, I’ll let you insert your own expletive.

I’m not going to whine on about it, I’m not the first and I won’t be the last.  Hell, in the last couple of weeks I’ve rejected somebody myself (http://https://lovelaughtertruthblog.com/2016/03/26/stumbling-towards-happiness/).

But no matter how many times it’s happened to us, no matter that we know that in time we’ll get over it, no matter how we try to distract ourselves… it still hurts like hell.

So I’ll go ahead and presume that we can all agree – rejection sucks.  And no rejection that I’ve experienced sucks quite as bad as the rejection of divorce.

Not only is this a personal rejection – which is bad enough – it is the rejection of the shared promise that life held for you as you set out on the journey of marriage.  Most painfully, it is the rejection of the family that you have built together.

Many times in the last 20 months – as I have adapted to my new life, as I have struggled through the heartache of divorce, as I have learnt to live as a single dad getting used to spending half of my life away from my children – a nagging thought has chipped its way to the forefront of my consciousness: this life was a choice.  Only the choice wasn’t mine.

The pain, the heartache, the arguments, the tears, the fear, the worry, the loneliness – this was considered to be the better path.  This was preferable to staying married.

It doesn’t leave you feeling too great, let me tell you.  And such thoughts can cause your sense of self-worth to take quite a battering, if you let them.

So, what you going to do about it?


Well, if you want to get through it here’s what you’re not going to do: you’re not going to wallow in self-pity.  Of course you will feel sorry for yourself, perhaps deservedly so; and yes, you will hurt, you will feel miserable, you will cry and question why the hell it had to happen.  That’s OK, that’s normal, and feeling that and not trying to deny it is healthy.

But staying there, making it your default setting – not good.  Yes, somebody has hurt you, and yes, you may be on the canvas, but the last thing you want is to be the person that is responsible for tolling the 10 count over your crumpled figure.

What if you were felled by a punch below the belt?  What if it just wasn’t fair?  What if you just can’t move forward until you understand how the rules could have been flouted so brazenly, so hurtfully?  What about closure dammit?!?

It doesn’t matter.

Your relationship stubbed out like a half-smoked cigarette; you  discarded like the empty packet.  Closure?  You’ve got to find it in yourself.

Whoever it was that put you on the floor, how they did it, why they did it… it’s up to you to get yourself up again.  And it’s probably best to assume that the person that put you there isn’t going to be the one that’s holding out a hand to help you.


There are always lessons to be learned; lessons about ourselves, our partners, our expectations, our boundaries.  Lessons about our hopes, our fears, our mistakes and our virtues.  Lessons about our worth.  About our self-worth.

We can become better, wiser people in taking responsibility for our failings, in apologising and making amends where we can, in taking an honest look at ourselves and our role in our break-ups.

But in so doing we also need to remember that we are imperfect creatures and our failings, our mistakes, should not be used as sticks to beat ourselves with and to further batter our tenderised self-worth.  Instead we should consider them to be guides that will help us to write better stories in the future.

And maybe sometimes we need to just accept that those that hurt and reject us are imperfect too.  That they, like us, are just doing their best to find happiness in this sometimes messy, confusing world.

And if you have been rejected, if you feel about as desirable as a Betamax video recorder or a Sinclair ZX Spectrum, remember that millions of people loved them once.  Hell, even Skoda became popular.


So, lick your wounds, learn your lessons and don’t give up; in the words of Pulp,

“If you try then you may get your happy ending.”

Happy Endings – Pulp


11 thoughts on “Lessons From a Recovering Reject

  1. Excellent!! I smiled most the way through, because of the delivery of a raw topic. I also grinned with a real understanding of the described feelings. Although at times my smile/grin faded, as they can be raw those feelings. It takes as long as it needs to take. Some may be ‘floored’ due to never experiencing rejection before. Or for some it may be a knock out blow after years of rejection stemming from childhood. When I last experienced it a few years back now, it was a sigh of relief and a ‘yeah no worries, cya bye’. You have to dance with the joy and the pain to flow through life and avoid stagnation, it is the only way I find I can evolve and grow. Great blog!!


    1. Thank you 🙂 It’s especially good to know that you read it with a smile – I’m always conscious that I want what I write to ultimately be uplifting, especially when the subject matter isn’t!

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    1. Thank you Suzana, appreciate you taking the time to comment and I’m glad it helps. It’s not a nice feeling! Hopefully things take a turn for the better for us both!

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  2. All of the above is oh-so-true. We are all looking for our happiness, and your ex is looking for his/hers as well. You would not have sustained your happiness in a one-way street. So spread those proverbial wings and embrace the fall below. You may find that you don’t hit the ground but you learn to fly instead! 😉


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