Junebug...hmmm, I am vegatarian, broke, and love the image of a "hill of beans." :D An endless hill....
Not to minimize what you are feeling, Junebug.
Some people are not capable of love or loving behavior. It may come in little spurts, but the overall takehome is not feeling cared for one bit.
I just had a revelation about my own family, my mom and dad's "favorites" that I wrote about in my trauma diary. I was nobody's favorite, although I was just as deserving as my brothers.
While it is painful still, I realize there are many reasons, but no excuses. My place in the family, (middle child), who I looked like (neither dad or mom) my personality (quiet loner, reader). And easily aroused and "excitable" as my dad would call it; easily angered. I feel like I was probably dealing with PTSD way back then.
These are the logical things, the things I know intellectually. It is still illogical emotionally. They brought their own bag of troubles to the table. It was just too big of a table of :poop: for me and still is.
Not to minimize what you are feeling, Junebug.
Some people are not capable of love or loving behavior. It may come in little spurts, but the overall takehome is not feeling cared for one bit.
I just had a revelation about my own family, my mom and dad's "favorites" that I wrote about in my trauma diary. I was nobody's favorite, although I was just as deserving as my brothers.
While it is painful still, I realize there are many reasons, but no excuses. My place in the family, (middle child), who I looked like (neither dad or mom) my personality (quiet loner, reader). And easily aroused and "excitable" as my dad would call it; easily angered. I feel like I was probably dealing with PTSD way back then.
These are the logical things, the things I know intellectually. It is still illogical emotionally. They brought their own bag of troubles to the table. It was just too big of a table of :poop: for me and still is.