It’s a feeling that comes into my heart.  A distance.  A pull-away.  And before I know it, I’ve built a fence around my heart.I wait for it to be knocked down, but it doesn’t work.  So, I watch an episode of the Bachelorette instead.  Checked out.  Medication.  Unreal.This is a struggle with Jason and I.  He doesn’t want to be unhealthfully-co-dependent.  I don’t want him to be either.  In fact, his choice to draw a line in the sand has helped me.  I’m given less control.But has the pendulum swung too far?  Is there such a thing as a little bit of healthy dependence in our marriage?So, we talk.  And we aren’t getting anywhere.  And just as I think this really isn’t going to work, he thinks I better just give her some space.  We feel hopeless.And then, he softens my heart.  He tells me what it longs to hear.A smile breaks out on my face.  I tell him what just happened:  You knocked down a fence post.So, we continue to talk and the fence begins to fall.  He knows what to say.  But he says it’s risky.  And I tell him I will try to not push him away.A week later, we get a chance to practice this again.We’re on a run, just the two of us.  He tells me how to feel.  It shuts me down.  We run in silence for five minutes.  He changes the subject but I ask for us to revisit what just happened.  I feel vulnerable asking for this.As we work through this, I tell him that a fence post just erected outside the walls of my heart.  I want him to push it down.It takes another twenty minutes of back and forth before we are on the same page.  Before we walk back into the house, our hearts are soft and the fence post has fallen.Hard work.  This communication.  This sharing of feelings.  This marriage.  But its good hard work and it brings us closer.Can you relate to fence posts?  To the vulnerability?  The risk?  What is your thought on co-dependency in marriage?  How much is too much and is a little bit of dependency ok?