But what I have to say isn’t for her, anyway. It’s for me.
I swallow, and fight to keep my voice even. “I’m not going to stop being who I am just because you don’t like it.”
“And I’m not going to stop talking about it just because you don’t understand it.” Knees shaking, I take a small step toward her. “I’m only going to talk louder.”
Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin (page 312)