“Nobody’s perfect,” he said. What was he doing? Was he trying to model behavior for me? Was this some kind of teachable moment about growth and change? It seemed so patronizing. I might not know everything about forgiveness, but I sure as hell knew you didn’t get there by pretending earth-shattering betrayals had been no big deal. Your wife cheating on you is a big deal. Your mom abandoning you is a big deal. I wasn’t going to insult my teenage self and all she’d been through by just shrugging and saying, Nobody’s perfect.
