The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
-The Great Kamryn
Just want to add that chronic pain needs to be added to that list. Its impact can be insidious and I really had no idea how destructive it could be until I was living it.
I don’t know that Superman could be under much more pressure than he is now. Yes I’ve seen his despair and heard his rage and agony. I’ve seen at least some of his darkness, but it doesn’t make me want to run, just makes me want to soothe him. I want to do all I can to help him get the boys back, even though I know it’s not my battle. I just want them safe and surrounded by love. The love of a parent who really loves them and isn’t just wanting to use them as pawns.
Poetic Miscellania 
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