Addiction: The continued use of a mood altering substance or behavior despite adverse dependency consequences.
Love: An emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.
Kara did not know what it was exactly to be addicted to a substance, but she had an idea. She imagined there was truth in the possibility that you would meet the man of your dreams when you are immensely sprung on a narcotic; you both are. The immeasurable love you feel for each other overrides you both especially since you are high most of your time together. You are delirious. It is you, him and the drugs but one has got to go because you want a rich life ahead of you. You want babies and fights and making up. You both choose to get clean, but while tossing your last stash you decide to shoot up one last time. You wake next to your dead fiancé. You are jostled into cleaning yourself up. In the first few months of your sobriety, you discover that you are with child. This should be a celebration but you worry considering the state in which you conceived. It turns out the fates are indeed dealing you a cruel load of cards once more because your first scan reveals to you that your baby has no brain. You die all over again. But you decide to carry the baby to term anyway and instruct the doctors to harvest the baby’s organs so that at least one good thing can come out of this mess. You go through labor and your baby saves close to a dozen other babies. You come through battered and bruised but right side up. You are one of the lucky ones. Kara knew there were some messed up stories out there in the world and this was one of them but this was just a story of a character in a TV drama.
According to Elisabeth Kubler-Ross when a person is faced with the reality of impending death or other extreme, awful fate, he/she will experience a series of emotional stages; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance (in no specific sequence). Kara knew what it is like to be in love. At least she had an idea.
DENIAL: I mean what could have possibly gone wrong? She remembered shaking when her brain processed the message she had received by text. Apparently even the little he still felt for her was gone. It didn’t make sense. Last Kara had seen him; he’d said he loved her and now this? It couldn’t be! What had changed? She remembered locking herself in her room and seating at the reading table to try and process the reality of the situation. There was a pain she was feeling, a pain so strong she’d wet half the towel her roommate had placed on the table to iron clothes before she realized she was sobbing. She was aware her heart was beating…and then it was beating very fast. Breathe…breathe she repeated to myself.
ANGER: She deserved an explanation right? She asked him. His reason was that they had been too passionate. Again, she couldn’t possibly understand. She was mad.
BARGAINING: They could still laugh with each other. They didn’t have to say things to know what the other was feeling. So what if they were not a couple anymore but they were friends, right? She wouldn’t give up…maybe he would see reason. See that they really did belong together. He didn’t make it easy when he revealed the possibility that maybe one day they would be able to see past whatever bleep had caused his love for her to miscarry prematurely. She was still angry.
DEPRESSION: Their friendship was stunted. She was still mad he could still see. She still loved him though. The anger was still there, muted, but there nonetheless. She was beginning to see that this was never going to work. They were in a facade of a relationship. The sex was never enough. There are days she felt she would devour him and she felt that he felt the same way too. It seemed this was the passion he had talked about. They were together but not really. He wouldn’t give her what she so much desired; the certainty of a future.
ACCEPTANCE: And so she broke down all over again. But this time she knew. This time she knew it would be for her own good if she pulled herself together. She was never going to be okay with him in her life. She was also never going to be really okay without him either. They had run their course. It was time to say goodbye; time to heal. There were no tears this time, just a grim acceptance that this was never to be. It had been four years of an on again off again thing. She had realized it ended in the first year really. Would she go back to him if he posed the question? She wasn’t entirely sure. And that was progress from knowing full well she would drop everything and run back to him. She hasn’t spoken to him in year. She is fine. Would she ever wish for a love like the one they had? No, she didn’t think so. That all-consuming love was not something she thought she could invest in again so they were probably right; her friends. They were right when they said she was damaged. There had been other men after him but Kara had a feeling she knew why it had never worked. She had never fully committed again. She knew she was ready to now. She hoped the love she felt in the future felt less like an addiction she needed to get rid of. Kara also knew she shouldn’t feel the way she did about relationships but heck she couldn’t undo the past. The slate could never be wiped spotless. Maybe there was heartbreak at the end of the road, maybe there wasn’t but she would never know if she didn’t turn on that engine and start driving.