My parents, saying to me as a teen:
We're okay that you're dating_____. He's a nice boy.
But the hours you're out every weekend are ridiculous. A date is not 10 hours!
Hmm.
No. But an I-am-co-dependent-and-cannot-survive-very-long-without-being-in-your-presence-no-matter-how-you-treat-me-and-when-you-treat-me-well-that's-better-but-when-you-treat-me-badly-or-even-ambivalently-that's-fine-too-and-almost-even-better-because-that's-just-the-kind-of-sick-thing-I-need:to work for your love and acceptance-date-does!
Oy.
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