God. I don't know how my husband stands me. Seriously. I'm so needy that I make myself sick. My husband was just sitting there...reading a book and I couldn't stop myself from obsessing that something was wrong...

"Do you love me?"
"Are you mad?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Are you sure you aren't mad at me?"
"Why do you love me?"
"How can you possibly love me?"
"I can tell you are mad...I must have done something."
"Why won't you just tell me what I did wrong?"
"I hate it when you just won't tell me."

and so on and so on and so on. It's like I just can't turn it off...don't know if this is a bipolar symptom or my obsessive stuff...either way, I'm messed up. I would divorce me if I was him. We have this thing where we decided a long time ago, that when I'm acting like a jackass like this, he can look at me and just say, "It's just your brain. It's ok. It's just your brain." and then I know that he really is listening, he's not mad, he loves me...it's just me telling me things again. He finally said this...and then sighed this exhausted sigh.

Sometimes...I just hate myself.