The conflict is that I am such a fierce advocate of independence. Especially troubling in a relationship when it is the only thing I feel I have to offer anyone.

I'm not against committment. I support a committment to the sole statement and purpose and truth of the individual.

I honestly can't think of a relationship where this inner struggle did not exist. Even amidst the throes of infatuation, romantisism and sexual intoxication, it lay like the drowned worm in the bottle of tequila. By the time you get to it, you are completely drunk and disillusioned that you are worthless to everone including yourself.