I shuddered each time I heard the phrase "Well, I love you anyway" [when I told them that I was gay]. It implied there was a problem and communicated there was some kind of flaw in me that needed overlooking. I hate the word "anyway." I had a difficult time accepting people's attempts to be supportive even though the "anyway" was immediately followed by a general wish for my happiness. These were the people who had known me the longest. While I understood the information I shared with them would take time to be fully absorbed, I still cringed when I heard the word "anyway."
-- Dawn Elizabeth Waters, Switching Teams, p. 56