I’m only now, in my 50’s, coming into understanding of what love is. The love my parents taught me was more about power than love really.
Love was a lever to get the upper hand, and a prize you would get if you towed the line. It’s how they were trained too, and in their view it was how to train the little animal to be a human. It’s what you did with your children if you cared enough to pay attention to them.
Of course they loved me, and they did this in the very best way they knew how. If I ever thought anything else (and I did), I’ve forgiven them and myself for it.
The truth is that we’re all doing the best…
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