I do enjoy giving, I really do. I always believe that being able to give is a blessing. But being taken care of is something that is special in its own ways.
This is one lovely article that spoke my heart.
I desperately, whole-heartedly, want to be taken care of. Not in the pathetic, annoying sense. But in the loving and caring sense. I want someone to do little things for me, just because they know it will make my life easier. I don’t want people to always ask for something in return—I just want them to things selflessly.
As the oldest child of three and a stubborn, independent 20-something, I have lived the last two decades of my life caring for and giving to others. Editing papers for my little brother, consoling my younger sister, taking care of friends and significant others at the drop of a hat. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love my family and friends, I truly, wholeheartedly do. And I would do anything for them. But sometimes I feel like the relationships aren’t reciprocal in the way I need them to be—and…
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