Lately I’ve been intrigued by a term I was recently introduced to, thanks to a wise counselor of mine.
As we discussed my history, patterns, and quirks, she smiled and said,
“Sweetheart, you’re a counterdependent.”
I liked this.
Leave it to me to prefer to be different. Nevertheless, every time someone tries to tell me I’m codependent (or at least assumes I am without actually knowing me), I scoff a bit. Who do they think they’re talking to?
I’m the girl who purposely moved thousands of miles away from her family or anyone else she knew. I’m the person who leaves the office before someone can try to go to lunch with me. I’m the one who gets in various 2-3 month relationships, only to leave before it gets serious.
I can’t be alone in this, right?
So, I decided to start an entire blog devoted to this topic.
Maybe it will help other loners in a world full of codependency and societal expectations.