My mom loved me. Completely and totally. And she expressed it the right way all the time, too.
My dad loved/lovess me. But he doesn't know how to show it or express it well AT ALL, and it certainly seems like he doesn't love me at times even though I know better. And other things (such as his alcoholism) seemed to be stronger than his love for me at times.
My Grandma loved/loves me. But she wasn't and still isn't around a lot. And I don't feel that close with her (or any of my family/relatives, really).
My Great Aunt loved/loves me. But sometimes she can be like my dad and not know how to show it or express it well at all. And sometimes she can make really mean comments. And I feel less close with her than I do with my Grandma.
In fact, my whole family loved/loves me. But they don't know me. They're rarely around. I barely know most of them. They don't understand me. And they don't know what my life was like. And we're not anywhere near being "close" to each other at all. I think my family often just says the word "love" because it's family, not necessarily because they actually know or love the person. (Hope that makes sense).
My friends loved/love me, or at least, they love the alters they know (some of my friends only know certain alters, and some of my friends still don't know I have DID). But rarely do my friends know about all of me, and rarely do they understand me, and rarely do they know about my life. But they do care for/love me/the parts of me they know.
I'm beginning to feel kinda "out of place" here since everyone else has like, only one person listed so far....
-Cassandra