In the end, we have to accept the mixture of good and bad in ourselves in order to see it in other people. Those we love have weaknesses and frailties that frustrate and disappoint us; and those we idealize and envy have weaknesses and frailties that we may not know about. So simple and yet so difficult. The fantasy that we can be perfect and/or that we can find someone to love us who is perfect dies hard. It’s a struggle.