Love is Blind, Silence is Golden

Like all great romances, the depth is not in the act but in the ingrediants. When you make a cake you need to ensure you measure all the ingrediants correctly. One less teaspoon or one more teasponn can mess up the whole concotion. Exspecially when you dont add other ingrediants to stablize the mess up you just made.

Much like Harley Quinn and Jokers volitile relationship, there may have been love to some degree but the ingreidnats got messed up. I mention this because it lends weight to the story I am about to tell.

You see Carlita had loved one man for so long, everything she did, she did so he would be happy. She permitted him a girlfriend as long as she remained his sole love interest. She loved him blindly, without reservation, nor greed. She didn't see the acts he preformed right before her eyes, always viewing him as perfect. He was tall, dark haired, stoic, and he helped her when her need was great. At the time she didn't see his true nature, blinded by gratitude and eventually love, then by their shared child. Something always kept her sight darkned to what he did, even though many would inform her of the thinks he did, she would always stand up for him, claiming he was just tired from work, stressed about bills, people wouldnt leave you guys alone.

If she had not been blinded by love she would have seen the various "red flags". His desire to know where she was at all times claiming "he was just concerned and worried", his insistance she ask before going anywhere, his need to have her home within specified times, his dominate over bearing behavior. These thing's she would have seen if she had not been blinded by love.

Then as if a miracle, a light flashed within her eyes, she began seeing what others spoke about. And she saw this due to a roommate of their's, he was undergoing the same treatment from his girlfriend, Mika became her dearest friend, they would talk long hours into the night. They would take care of the kids together, Mika would take her shopping, he spent valuable time with her. It was only natural that eventually love bloomed between the two, love that may have been wrong to their spouses/gf/bf.. But this love like other loves did not last.

Despite their true deep emotional connection, once more Carlita's love was blind, and her silence like her previous relationship was indeed golden. He was treated like the king of his home, she spent countless hours ensuring his life was easier, she woke him gently, she loved him deeply, she would and had done everything for him. Little did she know the "connection" she thought was real was actually an act, Mika was very good at the games he played. And he played her heart like a skilled musician. Plucking the strings in the direction he desired until such time as he had used all he could from her.

The light within her eyes grew dark, haunted, he had destroyed her like no other could. You see when you give someone the attention they have long been denied all their lives, they open up who they are to you. You now have access to every part of their heart and soul. And when you take that gift, stomp on it, and throw it away like used tampons, or the dirt off of a shoe you quite literally destroy who and what that person was before you encountered them.

But like duct tape they must be strong, they must pull themselves together, they must stick to their guns and re-figure out who they are now. Who they desire to become after all this. Sometimes that duct tape affixes to an unstable surface, unaware this surface would not last as long as they believed it would. This surface was her mom, the one woman who knew who and what Carlita was from the begining, this surface began to help her daughter as she should have countless years ago.

Her mother told her she was sorry for all the injustices and abuses her beloved daughter had suffered through all her life and what she was still suffering through. Her mother ripped off the duct tape, tearing open the wounds that had remained open through all those turmulous years. She gave her daughter permission to let go, to re-define who and what she was. Saying she would be there to help her along the way to self discovery. Sadly fate had other plans and took her mother from her.

Months past and Carlita has met another light in her darkness, though unlike previous one's she has gone in open and honest, he has been her shelter and she has been his. This time her love wont be blind, her silence is no longer golden and Duct tape comes in various colors now..