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"It’s no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst." -- Henry in Tom Stoppard's "The Real Thing".

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[redbird]

That makes sense, but there's also the question of what counts as different people's best. The way that some people think of jealousy as evidence that "s/he really does love me" comes to mind, as does the sort of extreme generosity that gives away not only one's own time and stuff, but things that are needed by, promised to, or even belong to one's family and partners. (My friend whose mother let her go hungry so she could donate to her cult was an extreme case.)