I believe it's called a co-dependent relationship.
And I know it's not healthy.
But I knew what I was getting into, I knew that it was a relationship that was bound to be filled with setbacks and mess and obsession.
And now, I just don't see any way out.
I thought I could manage it at first. I just figured that I would be the one in control. I figured I could determine a way to keep the issues contained, that I could be the one to remove the stains of life from a delicate being.
But things have just spiraled. The demands have become greater. And I'm coming to the realization that I can never personally fix all the blemishes, I can never remove all the smudges that this alliance claims are my responsibility to deal with. I know I'm responsible for some of the mess, but so many people have conspired against the ideals I brought to this alliance. It's like a crowd has decided to undo all the effort that has gone into this, like they are set on unraveling and unfolding the layers and details of a fragile liason.
And then, of course, is the jealousy inherent in the relationship itself. If I decide to take a day for myself, to push aside the confines and insistency of this codependency, I return from my sojourn to find things worse off than when I left, the piles of messy accusations greeting me as I walk in the door.
And maybe this is too much information, but this codependent relationship is even beginning to push itself into the bedroom...
Help! I've fallen under my laundry pile and I can't get up!
Imagine if I had ignored the laundry for three straight days instead of two...
And you thought I was going to air my dirty laundry...
Keeping Tide in business,