If the facts don't fit your theory, just find some new facts.

It’s not a good idea to let on about extreme happy feelings. People get ideas.

In the future if my mother tries to shame me with her disapproval, I will let her know in no uncertain terms that I reject her and all of her codependent baggage. I am Codependent No More.

Maybe careers aren’t something you can really plan for. They just sort of happen, like brown eyes or flat feet. I took one of those career aptitude tests last year, and it showed that I should be a flight attendant or a seamstress. Not a fashion designer or anything, mind you, but a sweatshop worker. Apparently stewardesses and sweatshop workers and I enjoy a lot of the same interests and activities.

If you are alive and conscious, you are probably codependent.

If the facts don't fit your theory, just find some new facts.