I’m 37 and I was raised in a house with almost no affection, and the hardest part isn’t missing it, it’s that I still don’t know how to receive it now that it’s finally being offered
The confession? At 37, I still flinch when someone reaches out to hug me. Not because I don’t want the ...
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