[Funkduder]

I see that there's a definite standstill at play. You feel that you mother, now deceased, was the only one that understood you in real life, the only one who saw you for something more and accepted every part of you, as you are while the rest of the world seems to look at you in spite.
But you mention a few that have been with you in the right way that "ended up hurting" you. How so? Was it a matter of love, or was it a different complication?