The only way anyone’s ever going to be truly independent is if they move to unclaimed land, build a house with foraged timber, and hunt their own dinner. Otherwise, you’re very dependent upon a number of people, many of whom you don’t even know.
Every time we drive somewhere we are depending on other drivers to not be an idiot and kill us. We are depending on the people who built our cars to not have missed a screw. We are depending on the traffic light officials to not make two opposing lights green simultaneously.
Face it: you are dependent.
Anyone in a relationship is depending on their partner for something, whether it’s financial security (even with two incomes, I highly doubt anyone lives on solely their own income in a two-person household), emotional security, or the biological need for love and companionship.
What is wrong with being dependent, anyway? Do people have such fragile self-esteem that they need to feel like they can carry the world on their shoulders and spin it too, to feel like they’re worth anything or otherwise ‘good enough’?
I don’t know. It’s something to think about. Even Clint, who supports us both financially, is dependent upon me for certain things. One of those things he depends on from me is simply my presence. When the lack of presence can be felt, you know you are depending on each other for a lot more than the things people try so hard to convince their selves they aren’t dependent upon, and it makes the whole dependence thing a non-issue.
