Learning the Difference Between Codependency and Love
Falling in love with an addict left me with an addiction all my own
We return, pigeons and salmon, to the places we abandoned and to the places where we were abandoned. Our secrets, each of them, years’ worth, spill out of our mouths like rubies and other precious stones. Doesn’t matter if there is no one around to hear our telling. We scatter those secrets like other broken things, fragile and winged. We wait for absolution much longer than we should. We bury our secrets. We forget our dead.
“I ruined everything again,” I say to my psychiatrist, Kathy. “All I needed to do was let him have one night. That’s all he wanted.”
“Until next week, when he would have asked for a second night, and then a third. Don’t you see? He was never going to give you what you wanted. You can’t make him healthy. You can’t make him the right one for you. He is not the right one for you.”
That’s as much as she wants to talk about it, this psychiatrist who worries I will relapse and prescribes me medication that might make my skin fall off. I want to talk about nothing but him—about Jay, the man who I’ve been cheating on my wife with. Present tense, cheating, though there is nothing present tense about me and him. We’ve ended our relationship twice in the…
