More from the Car Therapy Sessions

I've mentioned Car Therapy before, but there's also a big fancy name for it: introspection. Yep, as the name suggests, it's all about looking inside oneself.

Here's something else that has emerged from gazing at my navel: I look for women who need me. Why? Because of my insecurity. If I feel needed, it placates my fear of being replaced at a moment's notice. In my mind, if you aren't needed to some degree, then your presence is nothing but the consequence of a whim. And whims are subject to change.

And that just scares the bejeesus out of me.