I feel like the last 3 months of David's placement is a story in itself. It deserves its own title. How about: "A Portrait of A Codependent."
I obsessed. I analyzed. I schemed, or tried to. I fought with fate. I thought that if I found the right words at the right time I could make things be different.
On a discussion forum I participate in someone published a list of codependent jokes. Here are a few:
How can you tell if a codependent has let go of something? It has claw marks all over it.
You're codependent for sure if, when you die, someone else's life flashes in front of your eyes.
Why did the codependent cross the road? To help the chicken make a decision.
What does a codependent have in common with God? They both have a plan for your life.
You know you're a codie if your serenity prayer is...
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to figure out the best way to manipulate the circumstances so that he will see the light and ...
David's Story Part 1: The Beginning
David's Story Part 33: What happened over break
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