Codependent on a Bicycle
Just because we own that we contribute to dysfunctional interactions (in our own special ways), doesn't mean we can stop. Codependency is like that. Not shown, the blood. This one could be a scene from a Woody Allen movie. A therapist gets a text to learn that her grandchildren, toddlers, are at the park. "Want to stop by and see us? You pass right by going to work." Well, it is on my way. But something hangs her up and by the time her bicycle sidles up to the swingset, the grandkids are gone. Too bad, but it is the type of day a person just continues on her way and hums, Ain't nothin' gonna break'a my stride. Nobody's gonna' slow me down. . . The path she didn't take It is that rare season that Chicagoans call Indian Summer . Not only are the leaves every shade of red, green, and yellow, but the thermometer has punched a balmy 75 degrees and it is only 11:30 a.m. Rather than detour west to the paved bike route along the river (read that safe ),...