I realize that my dad treated me like an adult, though he was infinitely aware and desirous that I have a childhood (he didn't). I don't blame him at all, I know it wasn't his fault and in fact I liked and appreciated he gave me credit for understanding/ intelect. But he didn't know I would internalize it (because I was a child).
I realize I have never heard a man say I love you. Except my dad in writing. Oh, I mean some I left did cry, maybe there was a bit of 'love' there. Long-term relationships never did. (Oh ya, but virtually all of the 'pervs' and stalkers did- OMG. That was even worse.) But only on my dad's death bed (because he forgot(?) to say it when having the 'end of life talk'), I said it first and he said 'I love you too', but as a nothing thing. It twisted me forever about the concept. I never say I love you to a man and rarely to even family. I would never ask, either, because I think like my dad if I had to ask it would mean it wasn't so. But it's not about words, it's about what I believe. I realize that 'I hate you' or variants I believe of myself.
However, all that 'junk' being said, I realize I only agreed to go out with not-very-nice men, and ones that were totally self-preoccupied, very egotistical. Because I didn't want any attention on myself whatsoever, or 'feelings'.
I realize I have never heard a man say I love you. Except my dad in writing. Oh, I mean some I left did cry, maybe there was a bit of 'love' there. Long-term relationships never did. (Oh ya, but virtually all of the 'pervs' and stalkers did- OMG. That was even worse.) But only on my dad's death bed (because he forgot(?) to say it when having the 'end of life talk'), I said it first and he said 'I love you too', but as a nothing thing. It twisted me forever about the concept. I never say I love you to a man and rarely to even family. I would never ask, either, because I think like my dad if I had to ask it would mean it wasn't so. But it's not about words, it's about what I believe. I realize that 'I hate you' or variants I believe of myself.
However, all that 'junk' being said, I realize I only agreed to go out with not-very-nice men, and ones that were totally self-preoccupied, very egotistical. Because I didn't want any attention on myself whatsoever, or 'feelings'.
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