You are, however, not perfect. But neither is anyone else.
Recently I made a statement on my Twitter thread that I had a FB crush. Like so much of what I write on Twitter, it was intended as a comma on a particular moment. Perhaps, I shouldn't have said anything?
Painter sat at the defendants table and announced with absolute certainty, "This is all your fault." And I wonder, "Which part is my fault?"
There are moments I'm often confused and bored by the stability in my relationship with Chef. I mean, if I'm not responsible for constantly attending to her ego and entitlement while driving connection, what am I suppose to do with all my free time?