What is love?
Apparently that is one of the most searched questions on Google. I know I have asked it myself.
Love is an emotion I am not sure I feel or receive.
Odd, isn’t it. I am married to my best friend. I have three kids. I know I probably do love them, but identifying that emotion is beyond me.
I know when I am cold. I know when I am hot. Happy. Sad. Hungry. In pain.
But I struggle to identify love.
Yes, I say I love things. Chocolate. Coffee. This book. That movie.
I don’t tell people I love them. Even when alone in the middle of the night, sitting with my dying mother, I found it hard to utter those three words. Eventually I did. Maybe she had been waiting for them all her life too, she died two hours later.
No-one told me they loved me when I was growing up. It was not the done thing.
I have lived most of my life struggling to even like myself, let alone love me. I took it as read that perhaps I was not very loveable. Even Andrew doesn’t really declare his emotions for me. The language of love in our family is a strong dialect of sarcasm. My kids are incredibly fluent. Though Robbie checks in with a touch on the shoulder as he passes. Jonny steals my glasses as he goes by. Juliet talks to me these days – high praise indeed. Andrew says, if he doesn’t add “you stupid bitch” to the end of his sentence, that is good enough.
But last night I felt something which I assume was love. For a person. Luckily it was my husband. He has been particularly supportive as I wrestle with a problem. I looked at his face. And this huge wave of warmth and emotion swept through my body.
Wow. I love my husband!!
Did I say it? Nope. Too chicken.
Maybe when he wakes up. Though the emotion I feel towards his snoring is definitely not love!
PS: Some of you might poo-poo the sentiments expressed above. Please remember this is what I feel, not what you perceive me to be or feel. My journey of healing through counselling has reinforced the importance of owning my feelings and emotions. No one has the right to judge me on those.
I know I have warped views on some things – love, sex, body image. I am working on them in my own time.