Now that I’m married I’ve started to worry about my children. I don’t even have children yet but I’ve already started worrying about whether or not I’ll be a good dad. One of my greatest fears is that my children won’t do well in life, and by that, I mean won’t be happy and healthy and able to connect with others.
It took me 42 years to get married. It took me that long to risk being myself with a woman, to risk being known. Before that, I was convinced if anybody really knew me they wouldn’t love me. So rather than being myself, I acted like somebody who I thought people would like. I played a role. And it almost cost me my soul. And my life.
There’s a word for people who feel too much of other people’s emotions, who involve themselves so deeply in the lives of others that their personal well being rides like a roller coaster based on the thoughts and actions of others. That word is co-dependency. And it ruins relationships.