I think the love that Heathcliff and Catherine has is complete bullshit. I have never been genuinely mad at a relationship unless it was the generic Hallmark movie that I occasionally enjoy. But don’t get me wrong this novel is one that I would recommend. I just don’t like the relationship between Heathcliff and Catherine.
I would honestly classify Heathcliff’s love for Catherine as more of an obsession. So much to the fact that she becomes the reason he wants to live. His obsession with Catherine seems to give him the strength to endure Hindley’s maltreatment after Mr. Earnshaw’s death. But when he overhears Catherine admitting that she could not marry him, Heathcliff just leaves. Like an immature boy who can’t have his way.
The readers don’t know what happens to Heathcliff away from Catherine, only that he returns with money, which can be seen as Heathcliff’s attempt to join the society to which Catherine is drawn to. But even after all of Heathcliff’s trifles, Catherine still chooses Edgar over him. Her choice leads him to almost stalking her by lurking around Thrushcross Grange, visiting after hours, and after her passing (which was sort of Heathcliff’s fault) his desire to be buried in a connected grave with her so their bodies would disintegrate into one. Which if you would ask me, his desire is just downright creepy.
But what disturbs me the most is Heathcliff’s “love” for Catherine seems to be the motive behind everything he does, even his malintent towards others–including Catherine’s daughter
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