I'm furious at you. You don't get to tell me to walk away, and you don't get to tell me that this is *your* journey and not mine. I am on this road. I've been on this road for fifty-six years, all by myself, and then you showed up - on my road. And that day, and every say since, have been the greatest days of my life. So I am *not* leaving you. And I'm happy to change diapers and to wipe drool, and to hold your hand, 'cause I want to take care of you. I am honored to take care of ...