The ‘Wasn’t Loved’ title of this thread has me reflected on all my relationships now, while having my now usual insomnia at 3 am.

I suppose love is a mixed bag. All the people I claim didn’t really love me, did somewhat love me at one time. They just didn’t continue to love me, they didn’t give of themselves to the point where I felt love, or they outright turned on me.

Some only loved me when I did things for them. Maybe that’s the key and ALL of them only acted like that. Is that how people are? Is that how love is supposed to feel?

Some (not some- ALL) have said they think the world of me, but then became caustic and abandoned me, when I enforced boundaries.

With my husband, he just doesn’t have the ability to treat me physically in a way that I feel loved. It’s not his fault. We’re just incompatible that way. I’m sleeping in the other room and not angry or crying anymore thanks to the futility of the situation and meds.