love the way I am loved.

I just wasn’t raised in an openly loving family. Actually, there wasn’t a whole lot of love felt in our home at all. The ‘feeling’ was supposed to be understood regardless of anything else, but it was rarely spoken or shown. So I never learned how to do that. But now I’m with a man who was raised in that kind of supporting, close, and loving environment, and I think I’m learning a lot from him and his family. First my son started to show me how to say I love you openly and often, and now I’m getting even more practice with it between the love of my life and our daughter. I hope I get good at this.