If I cared for you once, I’ll most likely care for you forever, even if you’ve been a dick to me, in which case I’ll most likely rationalize it away. He’s not a bad person, he’s just (insert a litany of flimsy excuses for said party’s abhorrent actions here). My mom often says I look tired. I’m fucking exhausted, I’ll respond. I would like to see you settle down with someone who will take care of you one of these days, she’ll say. And then I will look at her incredulously.
Who me? No one takes care of the caretaker.