I love you, too. I hid my stutter for years, and so I hid myself as well. I wasted so many years being scared. I still am sometimes. Hell, I'm waiting for a date to show up to meet her for the first time and I can barely type. Her name is Beth. I have a hard time with words beginning with B. You know what, not going home. Nope. Won't do that anymore. I stutter and it sucks sometimes, but I fight like hell to make it not my problem. I'm going to stutter and it's up to the other person to deal with it. I'm through dealing with it.* *While I say this and sound emphatic as I type, I know it is a struggle. I swear to you tho, we care more than they do. And if they are really bothered, you don't need that noise. Go forth, my fellow people who stutter! Go forth I say, and let your voice be heard!