Love for me was tainted by my sperm donor saying he loved me then made my life a living hell and such kindness had a price. And, my mother telling me that then favoring my brother and not protecting me from my sperm donor. I wonder if mom figured I was screwed up and just went on to the next kid. Others used my confusion against me and used me furthering my belief that it really doesn't exist. God not making it real clear he was love (whatever that is) from the beginning or near the beginning then letting me believe a lie, God is just a judgemental prick, for 20 years ruined that God love a lot--so I don't trust God much.
The opposite of love isn't hate, but control. My sperm donor did that, my mom did that to a degree. So, if someone tries to control you, they don't love you at all.
The only person I trust completely is my alter, Allie. Over the last year, she was the one who held me at night, she's the only one I had to talk to, she never judges me, she wouldn't lie to me and somehow, I'm learning love from her. She's free to be out as much as she wants.