Codependency (1/2)

Love may include codependency but the reverse is not always true. 

I know one relationship that emulates perfectly this word. Two people deeply in love with each other, except that one behaves so much like a child that he never had the time to discover his feelings while the other one is so busy taking care of her partner that she completely forgot about hers. HavIng met through mutual friends, she crushed at first sight and decided to push herself onto him, but little did she know that he’ll have her caring for him until death tears her apart from him. 
At first, she would come and hang out and, so shocked by his poor living condition, she’d help around the house. But, by the end of the second anniversary since they met, she had already moved in and was taking care of the household and everything else. He was careless, sloppy, but also cute, affectionate and so well-versed with his words. He was one heck of a romantic poet. Sometimes, she’d think that maybe she inspired her words but she’d blushed because it’d be so unlikely. 

6 months later, she was all about a good schedule of the chores and her work. Her world would revolve around him, the house, her work. Her friends complained, her boss was disappointed that she wouldn’t work more.  She was barely doing okay. By the end of the year, I received a call, she was at the hospital, she tried to commit suicide. I went to visit her but she had been moved to a center treating mental illnesses. All the time, I kept looking for him, asking where he was and when I called, he said he couldn’t take the cab, it was too much of a hassle, he’d wait for her to come back instead. She never did. 

5 years later, she was living quietly in another city, smoothly blossoming. That’s when he knocked at the door, as sloppy as ever, he handed to her an amount of 5 years of poetry in a box and ran away. She spent an entire weekend reading every notebook and every word reminded her of the love that overtook her heart, the love that was buried under so much stress and housework. She had forgotten about her flustering whenever he was looking or her, day dreaming about their future together… 

She never tried to kill herself, at less, she never consciously meant to do it. Everyday, she used to feel trapped, doing things that she never intended to do and no reason would come to mind why she’d do it. But now, she understood. On the hard cover of every notebook, he wrote his contact information and, after a deep breath, she mailed him. He responded quickly and they continued doing so for three whole months. But they never met. 

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