My mom was saying that as the first child I got a lot of love growing up. As soon as my dad came home from work he'd want to hold me, and walk with me, so that I couldnt sleep unless he stayed up all night walking around with me. So finally they got a battery-powered crib that would rock me.
She said I was so spoiled, that now I expect a lot of love, and even the smallest hurt, hurts me more. I've gotten okay with being alone over the years, but it's hard to quel my feelings sometimes.
Although I have plenty of love for myself, I wonder if I learned from infancy, a really unrealistic capacity for being loved.
signed,
emo and greedy andrea
a diligent and creative labor of love spanning decades; i log things i can't forget, so i don't forget them.
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