A woman describes being trapped in an abusive relationship where occasional kindness felt like love, and how trauma warped her understanding of healthy affection. She now confronts people by asking them to define love, a directness others often perceive as aggressive.
When I was in abusive relationship, was it in my right mind? Hell no. Was I knowing my self-worth? What the fuck is that? Was I confident? Definitely not. Was I desperate that anybody loves me? Yes. Did I knew what the love is for me? Absolutely not. I thought being abused, neglected, and tortured, and scrapes of attention thrown in, that was love. How messed up is that, that I was thinking these things? And when I speak with people, not even my clients, definitely I grilled them. But when I say to people, cool, you want loving relationship, what the fuck means to you? And they're like, you're a bit aggressive. And I'm like, no, just answer the question. What love looks like? Oh, I just want to find a kind man or a woman. What kind is
