My parents found and destroyed all of my writings like that while I was in college and they decided to move. My mother cleaned out my room and found my notebooks and read the stories to my father and then burned all of my notebooks. Then, when I came home from college to clean out my bedroom, they told me what they had found and totally mocked me for the stories about somebody loving me like that. They told me I was not worth loving like that and it could never happen. I am 48 and always seeking that mother figure. I have tried to make some of my therapists into that mother figure, but it never got me what I wanted. Thank goodness, that some of my camp counselors from when I was 12-18, were quite a bit older than I. When I first met them at 12, they were 25-28 years old, and three of those women have remained mother figures to me even as an adult. They of course don't hug me and wipe away my tears and tell me it will be okay, but they have remained in contact with me, shared important events in my life, and taken a general interest in my life and my children. But, I am still always looking for the mother figure who will just hold me and love me....even now...when I am 48.