There’s a joke that goes like this: “If you find yourself close to death and someone else’s life flashes before your eyes, you might be a co-dependent.“
This certainly applied to me many years ago, and before I hit my bottom emotionally, physically and spiritually. I’d grown up watching my mother wait on my father hand-and-foot. I thought that was the way life was supposed to be.
So naturally, when I married my combat vet, I followed in my mom’s footsteps. I felt I was “born to serve.” For years and years, I took pride in my ability to “take care of my man.” But slowly and insidiously, that pride turned into exhaustion. As the saying goes, “Pride goeth before a fall.” Continue reading 'Can You Love Your Combat Vet Too Much?'»