January 20, 2011
So it was a fever of accusations flung for rage, long bitten off the original mouth, newly fueled, steamed and delivered. I listened. He was right and wrong, a mangled mixture. I kept mum for the most part. His place, which I shared for three months, I respected. I cleaned. I washed. I tended to the necessities but still made errors along the way. It was established I'm not perfect. He's not perfect. We're imperfect. Welcome to the human race. I nodded with enthusiasm. After all we smiled. A funny journey to smiling. We even hugged. Understanding came like lightning.