Love

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.

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