H left yesterday to visit his parents. He sent me an email detailing his misery - how his parents are considering returning to England to die(ie abandoning H again) how his Mum seems more interested in pets than H, how H's surviving sisters are mean/crazy and then he finished with the paragraph below.

Thoughts? Please and thank you smile


And then we sit back an wonder what is wrong with me, why can't I love you, why can't I love anything, why is there no joy in my life. Everything I have ever loved has either abandoned me, died, left me, threw me under a bus, hurt me or just vanished. There has only been a few times in my life that I was smart enough to walk away from love before it died, so I still have that then don't I. Somewhere in my soul I still harbor the fact that I loved and I walked away still holding onto that love even if it was put in a box.

Me 46 H 56
M 22 yrs
S22, D20, Twin Ss18

You teach people how to treat you by what you allow.
What you stop.
And what you reinforce.
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A lack of boundaries invites a lack of respect.