T and i were just talking about this today!

I told him how, when i was living with my mother some twelve years ago, occasionally this old guy, long beard, somewhat shabbily dressed, with a big scraggily dog, would be walking down our street. Whenever she happened to see him, she would call me and say, "come here, your boyfriend is outside right now."

I told t, there were good times with my mom, they werent all bad times, but i dont think she recognized them as good times. Like that one, with the guy and his dog. Then we talked about was that negative attention or positive attention?

Anyway, i think my definition of love is skewed.