My mother taught me how to love.
Screaming, shouting, breaking things, grabbing me, cold stares….
to me, this is love.
Affection is a lie. Affection is refreezing a melted popsicle and pretending it’s still the same shape. Affection is putting a bandaid on a festering wound. Affection is pretending everything is okay when it’s not.
Affection repulses me, just like my mother.