I am guilty. I've dated guys that need help. Like serious help. Specifically my serious help. Or at least that is the story I have told myself that enables me to stay in a relationship that is...well...not a completely...ahem...healthy relationship. It's fun, at first...to feel like you are needed. To feel wise and smart. To feel like you are making a difference in someone else's life...but damn...it's hard work. And it's completely a selfless and underappreciated job, if you