Runner by genetics?

While I was growing up my beloved father ran away 'on business' every few months, and while I have no doubt that he did go in search of fortune, he might have been able to find the end of the rainbow a little closer to home. I suspect I have inherited this legacy - my birthright - to be commitment phobic.My marriage lasted 10 years, but only because every so often I would find an away-from-home commitment - the local amateur theatre group thought they had discovered a 'theatre-holic' - I worked  shows, back to back, for years on end. When I wasn't hiding at the theatre, Norma and I were hiding out in a coffee bar, the location of which would be changed regularly so that we could not be discovered by my husband.  When I was going through the divorce, a friend of mine said to me 'You can say what you are like, but you are a runner'. I remember thinking 'WHAT?!!Me??!! NEVER.'  Never a truer word has been said. As soon as I fall into the semblance of a happy, settled, comfort zone , the tentacles of suffocation wrap themselves around my throat and I summon the devil on my shoulder to commence the destruction.  Here we go again.......