I think it's both Cobra. When I have his love, the controlling part seems easier to deal with. However, the underlying feeling that he doesn't love me for me still lingers because of the controlling thing. The best illustration I can give you is the Christmas he wouldn't spend with me because I bought a leather coat that he told me he didn't like. Now, WTH kind of love is that, kwim?
"Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
