Everybody's parents given shelter, food, buy stuff, take us out. But is that called love?
When the main love itself isn't given how will their kid(s) love them back, or how is it even called love?
For many years I have been experiencing this at my home. My parents gave me things but never tried to understand me, nor my liking, nor gave love. Just because I fell in love thrice they treat me like slut, abuse me, beat me, discourage me. To be honest, I'm getting into depression slowly. The fun fact is I'm an adult, but still never got the right to choose what I need. Including the job what I should do they decide. And the more worst part, I have a younger brother who also treats me like how they do.
Neither I'm happy nor feel safe. I feel it was better I had no parents.