Overly independent, or not nearly needy enough

I have a hard time admitting that I can't do something on my own; I don't like to ask for help. I could give you a lot of psycho-babble bullshit about being raised by a single mother and the importance of independence to me as a feminist, but really, I just don't like people interfering in my life. Most of the time, I'm proud of this trait -- definitely it's a great feeling when your ex looks at you with raised brow and says, "I don't think anyone would call you needy" -- but it can get in the way of getting things done. Last night, I finally admitted I needed help. I didn't like it. Let's not do that again, okay?