I knew I was finished with the relationship when the individual for whom I had moved 450 miles away to be with, the one with Narcissistic Personality Disorder who periodically threatened suicide, gave me a book of poetry with this particular item marked for me. He didn’t have to tell me the poem wasn’t about dogs at all, but about co-dependence.
Biscuit by Jane Kenyon
The dog has cleaned his bowl and his reward is a biscuit, which I put in his mouth like a priest offering the host.
I can’t bear that trusting face! He asks for bread, expects bread, and I in my power might have given him a stone.
© 1996 by the Estate of Jane Kenyon
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