I am married to a woman who, in fact, is addicted to me. She’s codependent. And, let me tell you, while the idea of having a woman addicted to you may be appealing on paper, the reality is that it sucks. I am a living, breathing, and feeling pile of heroin. Being the object of someone’s addiction is a terrible experience. From over here it feels like I am dealing with someone who isn’t whole without me, who thinks that she’s incomplete and incapable without me, and I know that I can’t really fill that hole…not even close. Yet, I am expected to and the consequences for not doing so can be extreme.

Maybe the whole metaphor of addiction here needs to be questioned.

Because, having someone addicted to you is, in fact, a truly horrible experience.

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