Well, my younger parts have come right out and asked him "do you love me?" and since then, we've actually talked about it a lot - does he love me for ME, or does he love me the way Jesus loves everyone (lol - I'm not religious, but he is). He says he loves ME. I doubt he would ever just come out and say those words if I hadn't asked...but now he does remind me sometimes that he does love me.

I think you may be right, peaches, about asking about the funeral. On the one hand, I honestly try to bring up EVERYTHING that passes through my mind about the therapeutic relationship...I think that is how I grow in therapy. On the other hand, I might be setting myself up for a crazy spiral right when we're getting into the stuff I've been avoiding all this time in therapy. We JUST started talking about the childhood stuff I came to therapy for in the first place. Huh - maybe the funeral question is just a way for me to derail the talking about this childhood stuff. That just occurred to me. Darn.