Freak of nature, you are a lucky woman. I use to think that having someone love me would be the best thing. I now know that I am most greatful for the love that I felt for another. With ptsd, it is very difficult to love (besides out children)
A couple of years ago I gave it a chance and allowed that love into my life. I opened myself up to feel again and I felt everything. When you allow yourself to feel like that, there is a impulse to numb it when it gets too strong or you feel the fear that is normal for ptsd.
When he held me, when I was close to him, when I heard his words, I felt so loved. He turned out to be a liar and a con man. Left me feeling unlovable. I don't know how to love without trusting. My gut told me not to trust him. So was it love? His actions showed love. Yet love is not full of lies, unless you have been abused and are more tolerant to unacceptable behaviors. I would rather die alone. In my world, there must be trust to love.
A couple of years ago I gave it a chance and allowed that love into my life. I opened myself up to feel again and I felt everything. When you allow yourself to feel like that, there is a impulse to numb it when it gets too strong or you feel the fear that is normal for ptsd.
When he held me, when I was close to him, when I heard his words, I felt so loved. He turned out to be a liar and a con man. Left me feeling unlovable. I don't know how to love without trusting. My gut told me not to trust him. So was it love? His actions showed love. Yet love is not full of lies, unless you have been abused and are more tolerant to unacceptable behaviors. I would rather die alone. In my world, there must be trust to love.