“Unhealthy dependencies and repressed anger could be just a few red flags that you are co-dependent on someone.” WebMD
“Of or relating to a relationship in which one person is psychologically dependent in an unhealthy way on someone who is addicted to a drug or self-destructive behavior [read: rain, cold, snow for prolonged periods of time], such as chronic gambling.” The Free Dictionary
“Co-dependency is a learned behavior that can be passed down from one generation to another. It is an emotional and behavioral condition that affects an individual’s ability to have a healthy, mutually satisfying relationship. It is also known as “relationship addiction” because people with codependency often form or maintain relationships that are one-sided, emotionally destructive and/or abusive.” Mental Health America
That’s it. I’ve embraced the fact that I am in an unhealthy co-dependent relationship with Mother Nature, the ultimate narcissist. It’s all about her, all the time, isn’t it? Sigh. She acts on a whim and does whatever she wants when she wants. Bored? There’s a tsunami that can cure that boredom. Feeling feisty? Zoop! Blizzard conditions across the upper Midwest.
We are all little more than pawns in her game. And this time of year, at least in Chicago, she is in the midst of an extended episode of PMS. All sad and weepy and wanting to make others feel as miserable as she does.
Well, I call uncle. You win, Mother Nature. I want to quit you, but I can’t. Just a few days ago, after weeks of feeling sad and depressed, your sun shone so brightly, I was lifted! Mood improved, motivation restored. I laughed and giggled in the dappled sunshine. I played with my boy without a hint of obligation. All was good. Yeah, you took care of that, didn’t you?
Not happy seeing me happy, you went right back to your sad and cold and weepy ways. UGH. Why you do me like that, girl? Aren’t we in this together? I recycle! I pick up litter on walks to the park! I teach my kid to respect you! I’m even considering urban composting! Doesn’t that count for something? Anything?
I get that you’re the boss, and yes, the center of the universe. I get it. I both honor and respect how hard it is to be a mother, let alone Mother Nature. Mother Freaking Nature. I mean, WOW. That is a tough gig. If we here on earth complain of a few poopy diapers, well you are dealing with billions and billions of that shit. Our shit, literally and figuratively. I concede you got it hard. Worse than me. I get it.
While you take care of the macro, me and millions of other folks are dealing with the micro. Would it kill you to throw us a bone once in a while? Just a nod for our efforts? If not sunshine and warmth, maybe just the absence of snow or rain — that’s not too much to ask, is it? Give a gal a break, okay? It’s March. Spring is just ten short days away. That damn groundhog said this whole winter thing should be over. Enough with the mixed messages, okay?
Ugh. I can’t quit you, just as I knew. You are magnificant, majestic, beyond words. You know I love you. Dammit. I am but a speck of dust on your proverbial screen that you wipe away as nothing more than nuisance. See? Co-dependent. I told you. This can’t be healthy. Mother Nature, you are a bitch. But I love you. BAH!
Mary Tyler Mom 