D'ya know what T? Why do you stay with me? You understand my 'little person' you accept my 'angry teenager' & give her, her mouth & you accept me too. Why? Are you mad? You keep asking me if you are giving me what I need. I wish you would not say that to me. I'm here aren't I? I'm not sure what I need. I do know that I need you & I know I challenge you & sometimes catch you off guard, but that's my way of reinforcing to myself that you are genuine.