Growing up with a mother like mine does not just leave you without love. It leaves you without a blueprint for what love is supposed to feel like. You do not know what you are missing because you have never had a reference point. You just grow up thinking that love is conditional, that it requires earning, that warmth from a woman who is supposed to care for you is something you have to perform well enough to receive. And even then, it is never guaranteed. That is what a moth