When I was ten, I asked them why they hated me. They replied it was because I’m black, and dirty.
When I was sixteen, I asked them again why they hated me. They said it was because I’m gay, and disgusting.
When I was twenty, I asked them once more, why they hated me. They told me it was because I’m a telekinetic, and I was a freak.
When we got married, I asked you why you loved me. You said it’s because I’m me, and to you I’m perfect.