I cannot remember a moment in my life when I have not felt the love of my family. We were a family that would have killed for each other - and we still are.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My family was loving... they were very supportive and very affectionate, and basically I could do what I wanted, and basically it wasn't anything dangerous, thank God.
I have always felt like a loved, valued and equal member of my family.
I remember when I was a little boy my father didn't love me; he couldn't. He loved my older brother but he couldn't love me somehow, at least not in a way I could understand it.
In one way or another, everybody has this experience in their lives... the moment when you have to define your relationship to family and how your family's made you who you are, whether you've spent your life running from your family or deeply connected to your family.
I went through my whole life wanting to feel I belonged. I was very, very lonely, so I would marry people that I wasn't really in love with, and who weren't right for me, because I hoped they would be.
I knew that love was around. I truly believe my mother loved me. But feeling it all the time? I didn't.
I don't remember feeling love.
Losing my parents, who I admired, loved and needed, it took a long time to be able to move on.
I didn't ever feel close to my real family. I didn't feel validated; I never felt right because I was always wrong.
When my mother and father fell in love, my mother's family would never accept it.