My first “real” relationship was of six years. Although, he was doing the best he could with the tools he had, he was very cold, unemotional, lacked affection and was very neglectful. My feelings, wants and needs never took center stage. No matter how much I gave, and believe me, I gave a lot. All he did was take.
He fed into my belief that I wasn’t worthy of being loved for me. Why would I be worthy of such love seeing that my father chose not to stay, why would any other man stay let alone love me for me?
to be continued: SAC