Codependent Relationship Novels & Stories

" Sitting together, we talk, and I find out that his change in relationships so often was because he never really had a relationship. He had submissives, but never anyone on a personal level. All of them had signed NDAs and such, so it became almost a business deal rather than a relationship. That, however, had me wondering why me. Why didn't he ask for that NDA, why hasn't he mentioned the whole dynamic. The rational part of my mind tells me that he's just waiting to be sure that I'm the one who can handle him before going through the stress and trouble of it all.

“But I thought—“ “This isn’t healthy for either of us.” I cut him. “Look, right now, it might feel like everything is okay, because we’re codependent. What happens when we’re not anymore? What happens when we’ve gotten through this period of grief and there’s nothing else to connect us with each other?…”

The only consolation was that if Killian was upset, it had to mean his heart was involved, too. We'd had mind-blowing sex, made small talk, and gotten to know each other in small ways. What we hadn't done is talk about our hopes or dreams. I thought it was too early for that kind of deep discussion, but Killian needed to know about the other two men before him. I'd planned babies with them, too. They consumed me, and I knew I was borderline co-dependent. Yes, I could stand on my own feet, support myself, and make my own decisions, but I seemed to attach myself to guys too easily. They became my world and the cloying part of my behavior chased them away. I knew my faults.

The only consolation was that if Killian was upset, it had to mean his heart was involved, too. We’d had mind-blowing sex, made small talk, and gotten to know each other in small ways. What we hadn’t done is talk about our hopes or dreams. I thought it was too early for that kind of deep discussion, but Killian needed to know about the other two men before him. I’d planned babies with them, too. They consumed me, and I knew I was borderline co-dependent. Yes, I could stand on my own feet, support myself, and make my own decisions, but I seemed to attach myself to guys too easily. They became my world and the cloying part of my behavior chased them away. I knew my faults.

"That's... a very optimistic interpretation of traumatic rejection and five years of separation." "Not optimistic," he countered. "Just considering possibility that there's purpose beyond random supernatural connection. That maybe the bond formed when it did precisely because we both needed to change, to grow, to become different people before we could actually... work." Work. Such a simple word for complicated concept—functional relationship, sustainable connection, complementary partnership beyond professional necessity or physical relief. The possibility both attracted and terrified me. "And you think we 'work' now?" I asked, unable to keep skepticism from my voice.

He waggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes. "Oh jeez." "Third, I don't care what our relationship looks like to the outside. They can think we're crazy, codependent, psychotic, dysfunctional, and unhealthy. As long we're good for each other, everyone else can go fuck themselves." He grabbed my chin gently. Got down until we were nose to nose. "I see you, Willow. I like what I see. I want what I see. And I'm taking what I see."

Why was it okay for her to help them but not okay for them to help her? Why couldn’t independence and dependence go hand in hand? Interdependence was what made humanity strong. Nothing great was built by one person alone. Every ecosystem had tens of thousands of interconnections. It was not weak to need people it was nature. Needing someone was not the same as taking money or favors which there was an obligation to repay. It was mutually beneficial, symbiotic, and completely normal.

Or if his affection may have been one sided, not reciprocated by Maddie. I am so confused by my intense jealousy. When he ran up to her, I wanted to beat the shit out of him and pull her into my arms, screaming MINE while I did it. Like really? What the hell is this? Could that be the bond? Is it controlling my actions and emotions? I feel like I’m under a spell and the more time I spend with Maddie, the stronger it becomes. I can’t say I dislike the feeling, in fact, I’m absolutely loving it. I feel… whole. Like I’m who I was always meant to be when I’m with her. But that, in and of itself, worries me. I’ve never needed anyone or anything in the past. This feeling of codependence is worryin

Adnan turned to glare at him. "News travels fast," he said. "I found out several weeks ago, but I didn't want to tell you because I know how you would react." "You're an idiot, Usman," he spat. "I know," he shrugged. "But that still doesn't change the fact that I am right. Honestly, I think it's for the best. You will finally learn to live without her. Haven't you ever heard of a co-dependent relationship? That's what's happening between you two. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she calls off the wedding at the last minute to run back into your arms."

"As it did with you, aside from the problem you already presented because of the absence of a family figure, getting involved in this destructive relationship led to the depression you are going through right now." "I understand," I say with a question gnawing at my head. "Ah, doctor, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "What if my ex-partner also presented that dependence on me?" "Well, this type of behavior can occur due to several factors. Yours already recognized, but in order to determine what led him to generate this type of behavior, I would have to know if it was due to low self-esteem, lack of attachment in his childhood or some traumatic experience in his past that marked him."