we have always been so paranoid that you would leave us, that you would cast us out and bolt the door. we felt that we did not deserve you, that you would realise it and leave. always so insecure about you, sure that any sin destroyed communication, sure that you would not hesitate to draw our attention to sin by sending cancer, unemployment, the flu, money trouble, gossip, arguments. maybe we weren't committed enough. maybe we hadn't convinced you that we loved you, maybe you only saw us when we faltered. you saw every weak moment, every time we were average rather than spectacular, and you bid us to be perfect. you highlighted every fault I had, every talent I lacked. twila paris asked, "what am I without you?" and implied that she was nothing. all our gifts were from you, all our faults were our own.
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