Oh, and EB, the concept of love, at least romantic love, totally eludes me. My love for my child is huge. After I gave birth I thought, “So THIS is what love is!” Could have been the oxytocin, but that fierce desire to ensure this little person is safe, happy and protected has not diminished after 35 years.
But romantic love? Not a clue. Loving myself? Clueless there as well.
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