My fears drive me crazy and I often make you nuts with my insecurities. I’m jealous too often. For no particular reason I constantly fear you leaving me. I know I’m a mess and need help. If I go to counseling and work really hard to get better, will you come home? Please? A.F.

After all, what is happiness?
Love, they tell me.
But love doesn’t bring
and never has brought happiness.
On the contrary,
it’s a constant state of anxiety,
a battlefield;
it’s sleepless nights,
asking ourselves all the time
if we’re doing the right thing.
Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
Paulo Coelho