Even when I don't like myself

I will be the first to admit that I can be a terrible terrible hag to be around some days. And lately with so much stress clouding my brain, it seems I have become much much worse. So on most days I can barely stand to me near me....How sweet it is that he would want to spend all is spare time with grumpy old me. It really does amaze me....I keep thinking he will say, when you are in a better mood and not such a crabby pants call me, but until then you are on your own. But he hasn't not one time. In fact it's usually the opposite. The crabbier I am the closer he wants to be, because he wants to be part of what makes me feel better, who knew sweetness like that could still exist?