“Certain parts of Peter began to repel me: his insecurities about our relationship and about himself, his hunger for my reassurance. These parts of him echoed the parts of me that had been hungry for reassurance all my life; that was probably why they disgusted me. But I couldn’t see that then. I could only see that he’d gotten the same lip balm I’d gotten; he hadn’t even been able to choose his own brand.”
