I am codependent. I hate it. I hate that I am weak. I am trying though. I need this. I am trying to establish boundaries. This is so much harder when I have to consider the kids. It’s so hard being around their dad. The old patterns are just so easy to fall back to.
On a brighter note, i feel so happy that my kids are proud of me. I felt it with how they spoke of me and my phenomenal cooking to their friends. I love that they have so much confidence in me when I have none. I love that they trust me enough to get them through everything. It’s time that I look at myself the way they see me and not as their dad and his parents see me. In their eyes, i am the best. I can do anything. I am never the second option.