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I felt. I had learned little about her, but what I had learned was pretty textbook stuff. Typical. Same story, different girl. She suffered from bulimia, and often binged, eating way too much food. Guilt would follow the eating, and purging herself of the food would follow almost immediately afterwards. She had self-esteem issues, and viewed herself as fat, regardless of her weight. As with many people who suffer from bulimia, she had other things she obsessed about. Shopping and exercise to name a few. Additionally, she craved attention, and didn’t feel that she received any at home. Her parents were an anesthesiologist mother and an architect father, neither of which had time to include her in their lives. Their feeling of necessity to obtain the largest possible savings account, all the while claiming they were ‘broke’, prevented them from including themselves in her simple life of attending high school.
    Work trumps children. Welcome to 2013.
    I often found myself wishing we were in the fifties again. Leave it to Beaver . June and Ward would pay attention to their children’s needs and necessities. The Beav’ wouldn’t need to ask his father to attend a school function; Ward would be there for certain. And upon completion, rest assured June would have a pie for the boys, including Eddie Haskell. Eddie fucking Haskell . How many of today’s parents, I wondered, would allow an Eddie Haskell to even enter the premises of their home? Parents today seemed to be far more concerned with who their children befriended and were far less concerned with being friendly with their own children.
    “Ward, I am worried about the Beaver….”
    I suspected, and I am certain rightfully so, that no one ever said, “Dear, I am worried about Shellie.”
    She, at sixteen, was in a relationship with an eighteen year old. This, on the surface, didn’t seem strange. She had indicated there was some concern of him possibly taking advantage of her, and his distribution of nude photos of her to classmates. Additionally, there was concern with her parents regarding the relationship, and the nude photos.  Finally, she had begun to question her boyfriend’s motive or motives.
    The pattern develops. Codependence.
    With my blog, I had learned through experience that the typical codependent woman started dating early. Shellie, considering all things, clearly fell well within the limits of what would be the makings of a codependent woman. Frequently, they dated older and often abusive male partners. Men that may resemble their father. Seeking recognition, praise, and love from a partner, because in my opinion, they couldn’t get it at home. Codependent women were willing to sacrifice themselves, as well as their health, for the relationship. Poor treatment and abuse, at some level, were a guarantee with codependent relationships. Shellie, starting this early, was typical of every girl in America these days - at least the ones that were neglected by their parents. As their parents were earning their next million, their daughter was out performing orally for an eighteen year old “bad boy” in the parking lot of the local 7-Eleven. For one sentence of praise, the typical fifteen year old codependent girl would do whatever her abusive partner required. The lack of self-esteem and codependency were almost always hand-in-hand. So as mother and father earned another day’s wages, working late and nonstop, their daughters formed lines in the parking lots, filling the passenger seats of their abusive boyfriends’ car, performing orally in hope of a moment’s praise.
    Maybe tonight he will tell me that I did a great job, that he’s proud of me. That I’m a good girl. That I make him happy. That he loves me. I hope he doesn’t say it feels good again. I know it feels good. I want him to be pleased. I want him to stay. I want him to hold me tonight when we are finished, and tell me how important I am to him. Please don’t let him tell me