I’ve tried to venture out on my own.  Who cares I say, I will survive the slings and arrows thrown to me by others.  But no she refuses to listen.  Bette thinks she’s got all the answers.  She puts all of us on her back and just soldiers on.   But I think I’m too big of a load.   Her shoulders no matter how strong were never meant to shoulder me.  I keep telling her I can fend for myself but she refuses. 

At first I admit it felt good having her fuss over me the way she does.  It was a heady time, and to be honest I hadn’t grown my more poisonous side yet.  There is no one on this earth who could can make someone feel like the Queen of the world as Bette Porter can.  I could finally let my hair down, knowing that she was my own personal body guard.  And guard me she does.  No riff raff could ever get close not with the close eye Bette keeps on things. 

It’s her way, with something so close to her heart she goes all out.   What’s not to like about Bette Porter in full protection mode.  She just oozes love and protection when she comes out defending something she wants to protect with such passion.  It is not only the words she uses, which by the way do her Yale degree proud, but the conviction and fervor she delivers them with.

 For all the bravado about her reputation, Bette Porter defies definition.  She is not the cold, calculating, careless player portrayed by some.  No the Bette Porter I’ve come to know is surprisingly sensitive and private.  She is private to the extreme.  It’s this privacy that could be blamed for her stubbornness if that’s what you want to call it. 

There have been so many times when Bette has come to my defense, putting me behind her shield and keeping me safe.  Any chink that would wear away in her armor has always been immediately reinforced.  It’s hard to say if there are any cracks left she’s been tested so many times.  Each time she’s left building her barrier just a little wider, just a little deeper.