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.

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

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

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