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When I told my mother my marriage was in trouble, here& #39;s what she told me:
"You& #39;ve always been difficult to love. You push people away."
"You& #39;ve always been difficult to love. You push people away."
That shook me. I spent far too much time worrying that she was right. After all, why would a parent say something like that if it wasn& #39;t true?
But after talking to friends and soul searching, I realized something very important.
I& #39;m not difficult to love.
My mother has difficulty loving me.
I& #39;m not difficult to love.
My mother has difficulty loving me.
It& #39;s a small but VERY IMPORTANT distinction.
Shedding all false modesty, I& #39;m here to tell you that I am easy to love.
In fact, I& #39;M A GODDAMN DELIGHT.
In fact, I& #39;M A GODDAMN DELIGHT.
If someone doesn& #39;t love me, that& #39;s not a reflection on my character. That& #39;s simply a thing that happens.
That& #39;s easy to say about the general public, but that leaves me staring at my mother.
There& #39;s something about growing up without unconditional love. It can break you.
And for a long while, that& #39;s how I felt. Broken. Unlovable. Unworthy of love.
I can never tell my chosen family enough times how grateful I am for them. They taught me that I& #39;m valuable and worthy just because I& #39;m ME.
I& #39;d start tagging people, but I know I& #39;d leave a ton out. Just know that if you think I might be talking about you here, I am.
My childhood has shaped me as a parent. Today I told my son I don& #39;t care if he fails a class, because that doesn& #39;t change who he is or how much I love him.
