Where is the love?
In my life, it's turned up in the most unexpected places ... though generally not amid great financial pressure, battling untreated mental illnesses, alcohol/drug use, unstable life styles ...
A lot depends on what love means to you. A lightning strike of hot passion that smoulders for weeks, then burns itself out? Or a spark that catches and grows, finding an endless supply of trust in the undergrowth it's built on. A love that seeks itself for fulfillment, and finds total fulfillment in that.
I know you're hurting badly. I hope you can find healing and some time to make quiet choices.
Roadie