Deadly Consequences
“Who, my husband, “she smiled, “he has no
alcohol problem.”
This is walking on the Razor’s Edge, but try
and tell a codependent that one!
They will laugh uproariously thinking this is
all a game of fun.
Thinking they are physicians or perchance,
beloved psychiatrists?
They feed, house, bail from jail, their helpless
partners.
The belief that they can save them is not just
a tiny lie, it’s a whopper!
The codependent is akin to a person going through
life with no vision.
They just cannot admit to being helpless nor unhappy
or lost.
Nor do they understand, the ultimate end, will very
likely, be death~ the final cost.
I have seen the codependent, standing right
next to a their beloved’s casket.
No, not a single, sorrow-filled,moist tear at all.
Well, sadly, what to expect, from a very lost,
Miss or Mr. Know it all?
10/2/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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