Interesting. I think I don't have that view. I think I don't care whether my parents love me, and I don't believe they do (how screwy that this comforts me). My T pointed out that I keep trying to talk to my mum out of optimism, as I keep expecting a better answer. And I got really angry with him. Because he was right. My mum is not going to change and start listening to me and recognising my experience. It's never going to happen. She is, on paper, a perfectly decent mother, but she just goes through the motions and has emotionally neglected me all my life.