He said:

I am not a welcoming presence—I am reluctant. I do not love the homeless. I argue against everything he says. I am forgetful, unthinking, a poor listener. I do not pursue his family. I do not respect him. I demand instead of discuss.

These things were said in anger but they are not entirely wrong.


“I’ve been writing down the things you said so I can really hear you and work on them.”

“Wow really?”

I love you.
I’m terrible but I haven’t seen it.”

“You’re the same terrible as everyone else.
Not worse.
Just the same.
Me too.”