In my family is a very attractive young man with a generally ugly disposition. He’s been like this for years. No one really tried to find out why; we matched his attitude with more attitude. Maybe it’s pre-teen and teenage angst. Who can say? Honestly, I don’t think anyone cared what was bothering him; we just wanted him to be more pleasant. Sadly, I was amongst that group until a little over a week ago.
An explosive event triggered something I’d let slip away from me: those who are hardest to love usually need it most.