I just want loved by someone that doesn't want me to change everything that is me. That doesn't make me feel bad for wanting a family, or for needing to be held at night. That can handle my baggage-- be prepared to hold my hand in the hospital, or keep track of medicine where I forget. Where the compromises aren't ripping me apart--where I'm not being strung along on the belief I might have two out of three of the things I want most. I could deal with two out of three.

I've done everything I know, to try and balance this. Gone against every piece of my nature to do it. And all that's been done to me? Lies. Constant lies and no fulfillment of anything. Relationships aren't meant to stay the same forever. They're supposed to grow, and evolve, and move forward.