SHE TAUGHT ME SILENCE.. 💔How it breaks you when the truth finally hits: I grew up thinking love had to be earned. That if I was quiet, polite, and perfect, I'd be worthy of it. But love that disappears when you stop performing. isn't love. It's control dressed as care. Ilearned early that silence could hurt louder than words. That affection could vanish the moment I disobeyed. So I learned to shrink. To please. To survive. I didn't know it then, but I was being conditioned-to believe love meant sacrifice, and that my worth was fragile. It took years to unlearn it. To realize she wasn't nurturing me-she was molding me to serve her needs. Pain became my teacher. And in adulthood, I finally saw it for what it was: manipulation. She wasn't the hero of my story. She was the wound I had to heal from. I wasn't broken. I was just taught to call neglect "love."