08/01/2026
For twelve years I organized my entire existence around one question. Is he okay.
Not am I okay. Is he okay. Because somewhere below any conscious thought, my nervous system had made a decision that his emotional state determined whether I was safe. If he was calm, I could breathe. If he was distant, I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what I did wrong. If he was upset, I dropped everything to fix it. Not because I was a good wife. Because I was a terrified child in an adult body who had learned that other people's emotions were my responsibility long before I knew what responsibility meant.
I did not know who I was outside of taking care of him. I genuinely did not. When the marriage ended, I stood there completely hollow. Not just heartbroken. Empty. Because I had poured everything I was into managing someone else and when that was gone there was nothing left to find.
That is not love, dear one. That is codependency. And it started long before that marriage. It started in a home where my mother's rage determined whether the day would be safe. Where my father's silence meant I had done something wrong. Where the only way to stay connected was to make myself small enough that nobody felt threatened by my existence.
If you are not okay, I cannot be okay. I said that with my whole body for decades without ever once saying it out loud.
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đź’¬ Comment OKAY if you have been making yourself responsible for everyone else's emotional state.