Do you guys got one person on this world that truly loves you? Unconditionally? Somebody you could share secrets with or just sit and be quiet with?  Somebody that would come looking for you if you were lost?  Or have you never had that?
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No. I wish.
I had a great friend like that.. talked to him daily a long time ago.. He recognized in little ways how i didn’t quite work and tried to fix me. Someone i couldn’t appreciate because i was so numb.. I always saw myself as his sidekick.. the one who’d die to drive the hero forward.
only he died.. not me. Called me one night and asked me over to catch a film.. only it was snowing and i didn’t want to go out. So he died that night instead.
So after that..
not so much.
I’m a bit angry right now, so it’s hard for me to answer this question. I suppose that my mother truly cares about me, and that’s it. Sometimes, though, I wonder. In terms of friends or lovers, nope.
My brother is pretty cool. He’d probably help me if I ever needed it (not that I’m the type to ask for help). I’m glad to have him as a sibling.
Yeah, my mom and dad care a lot for me. And I have one best friend from childhood who I think would love me no matter how weirdly antisocial and depressed I became. We’ve known each other since we were 6 and she’s moved away a lot and lives far away, but we’ve kept in touch for the past 9 years and visited each other. I’m supposed to be maid of honor in her wedding next year. But the thing is I don’t want to just sit with anyone who still believes in me because I’m too far gone and it’d just be painful for everyone. It’s hard to know love is out there and people are capable of it but you’re not and can’t be because you’ve shut down.
Yes, there’s that person. The one that I’m trying to help. SHe doesn’t like life anymore, she wanna give it to anyone who wants, she thinks I might be someone which is qualified as Good, but I don’t think. I don’t wanna be the hero of the story, I want her to be, she just need selfconfidence and I’m trying to give some to her. I just want to be here whenever she needs me, I’ll carry everything to heavy for her if she asks me to, but I don’t want to let her die. Not now. Not while I’m here.
Not anymore, no. I had a person like that, but her psychopathic mother took her from me.
I’ve met a few wonderful people on the internet that I feel generally comfortable expressing myself to and trust enough to expose my vulnerability to, which I would reciprocate the same to them. It’s a symbiotic relationship between us. I don’t have such a luxury in physical life though.
Everyone loves me! Who wouldn’t come looking or me?! 😉
I was going to say yes until I read “unconditionally”…..dude…everybody… even your own mother has conditions that she would not love you under….there is no such thing as “unconditional love”….
PainNLife has a point. Our parents love us because they seem to have enjoyed making us, but some people are not as lucky as to have loving parents.
Yeah. I have one friend maybe two like that. My parents love was always conditional and I never met the conditions. So theres really no relationship there. Seems like if you want to experience real love, for most of us, it means looking outside of your own family. Out of all the people in the world do you know who is most likely to hurt you? To break you? To betray? Its your own parents.
i am a parent and there is nothing my boys could do to break my love for them. i loved them before they were born.. nothing can kill that. i breath only because i love them. but that doesn’t mean they will always know that.
@juilieb….every cord can snap. Those bonds between parent and child are fragile and break easily and often beyond remedy. There is nothing my father could ever do to earn my love and respect. And he “loved me unconditionally” once, when I was a baby. But I have rejected that man forever.
No. I have only ever experienced that artificially. Though at the time it felt quite genuine, discovering that it wasn’t, has left me full of a hideously wretched taint, that i just can’t seem to cleanse. I try to live with it, but it just causes too many problems. The source is untouchable, and the symptoms never cease; nothing really effectively covers them. I can’t help myself, and no one else can understand or provide the help i need. I spend quite a lot of my time and energy just trying not to allow my anger to control me, or my hatred consume me. I often want to just give up… but i hate quitting. But i’m not sure if stubbornly contesting in futility is any better. The only difference is the value i assign to the ability to act. Outside of SP, no one really talks to me… but that’s usually fine with me, because i don’t believe there is anyone out there, with whom i would find a mutual attraction. I have nothing to offer, and i’ll never meet anyone who will give what i want, even if i do find someone who has it; which i doubt even exists. So why should i talk to anyone? (hint: that’s a rhetorical question)