I do question if I really know what love is at times. Not because I've been abused by anyone, in fact, quite the opposite. But I question it because sometimes I think if I truly loved him then I wouldn't treat him the way I do; I would treat him a million times better. Other times, I feel like I am loving him to the best to my ability and my mental illness is making it difficult for me to fully show it.

Did that make sense?