Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)

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March 26, 2005:

She ripped on purpose the quilt my great-grandmother made for me by hand. Looked me in the eye as if to say, "Cross me, this is what happens to you." Then tore the hand-stitched trim clear off one of its sides.

Knowing what I know now I should have left her immediately. On the spot. But I hadn't yet unlearned the great mistake of my life, which was the belief that people outgrow their childhood problems. In truth no-one ever outgrows anything, they just become more like themselves as they age. Understanding that earlier would have prevented a world of damage, much of it at the hands of that same destructive, hurtful, mean girl.

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