For me, that is a very easy, uncomplicated "no, absolutely not." There wasn't even anyone around to wish that they were giving me love. I know that i lived in the same house as my "mother" growing up, but i literally never saw her. She was never my caregiver. She never made me one meal, said one word to me, changed one diaper, gave me one hug, etc. I distinctly remember cracking my head on our marble steps as a young child and she just left me bleeding there on the floor while she ate dinner within eyesight of me. Had our housekeeper not arrived and called an ambulance, i would have died. In general, she spent her day out shopping while I was home alone or with the abusive nanny. My dad was loving on the rare occasions he was around, but he didn't believe me about the abuse, so it continued. So even though he was caring for a couple of hours a week, his failure to protect me the other 95% of the time was not good enough. I never heard the words "I love you" or experienced a hug until I began dating as an adolescent.