I don’t know what it is you learned in your life but love does not equal pain. The fact that I love you like I have never loved anyone else in my life IN NO WAY obligates me to relegate myself to your hysterical tendencies. Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll just put up with being miserable and constantly accused of s*** because you can’t and wont reign in your chronic anxiety. I count, too. My happiness and wellbeing matter, too. It doesn’t all get tossed to the wayside as a way of “showing my love”. In fact, if you had any love or respect for me, you wouldn’t even LET me do something like that. The fact that I’m not letting you treat me like s*** doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It means that I value me– the way you should be doing. The way you would want someone to treat your granddaughter. Would you want your granddaughter with a man that acts like you? Can you imagine her tears? Can you? Because the one she loves calls her names and accuses her of s*** on a constant basis and thinks her putting up with it is the way she’s supposed to show her love and devotion? Would you feel comfortable with that? It’s not love. It’s not respect. When she came to you crying, would you tell her just to put up and deal with it? See, you think just because she’s young and she “doesn’t know” what youve done and what you do, its no big deal. Same mistake you made with your own kids. They don’t have to know. They picked up your habits anyway. So, if you think my not putting up with your stupid b******* means I don’t love you, then it’s because have a very stunted and damaged view of what it means to love someone at all. Especially when you wouldnt put up with any of it yourself. So have a nice life. Im moving on. Literally. I have a moving van and its packed. Love does not equal pain. And while you’re here, Im going to go live the life I want and deserve. Have fun with your trailer park life.