I'm not sure where this is going to go, but I'll try to be honest. Being in a co-dependant relationship is never healthy. When someone is silmutaneously needing you to survive and abusive to you, you have a choice. Continue with the support and suffer the abuse, or not. I 'm choosing not. The support will continue but the dream of closeness, of understanding each other, of a warm and cuddly relationship has died. Why did it take so long to see it? The odd thing is that I understand her better now. With the coolness of distance, I can see her effort, I can sense her (mis)understanding of events that cause her to lash out, to be angry, to be cruel. I've been the same I can still be the same. The habits don't die easily, believe me. The sound of a particular ringtone can escalate my heart rate to an abnormal, pounding pace. I scan the face of the one dearest to me as he deals with an angry, emotional young woman on the other end of the phone, dread ...
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