I was reading a little about codependency after an IM conversation with Juli Ryan, a blogger living in New Zealand, who was kind enough to say, “I think you might be co-dependent,” in that blunt manner that Kiwis are famous for, or at least I imagine them to be.
How long can this status quo continue with Sophia? Why does it scare me to bring up the word divorce, as if the very sound of these two syllables will cause a major earthquake on the Californian coast. The fear of change is so palpable, the walls of our home are already cracking from the vibrations.
My first reaction to Juli’s diagnosis of codependency was to make a joke. How typical of me!
“Finally, I can blame my mother!” I said.
Later, I thought about the parental influence on my life in a more serious, searching manner. And then it hit me. It wasn’t my mother.
It was my father.
Written on the iPhone
