• @jpreston2005@lemmy.world
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    1 month ago

    I don’t know if this counts, but when I was little I’d go to friends houses, then later in high school to my first serious girlfriends house, and I remember their families were like… loving? I loved spending time at my girlfriends house especially, hanging out with her Mom and her Dad even if my gf wasn’t there. They were so nice, and you could tell had genuine affection for their children (and to some degree, me). I miss you Mr. and Mrs. Miller!

    • @shalafi@lemmy.world
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      411 month ago

      That’s me. I had no idea other families were affectionate and said crazy stuff like, “I love you.” My god, they even hug.

      To this day I struggle with affection, even though I love it. If you touch me unexpectedly I’ll involuntarily flinch. I don’t mind, at all, but I still jerk and can’t help it.

      • Ziglin (it/they)
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        21 month ago

        I think my family was the same but I turned out cuddly, maybe the difference was the cats?

    • 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍
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      1 month ago

      Heh that was my experience too. But I grew up with a single parent who spent all his time working, so most people’s childhoods weren’t spent climbing 5 floors of scaffolding for fun

      Met my partner and was astounded by her loving family