I'm 18 years old, and I still live at home, but my parents stopped saying that they love me. All I am really good for is babysitting their four sons, and yelling at. They find me fun to yell at. I haven't heard the words "I love you" from them in over three years. So when my little brothers tell me that they love me, I wonder how they know what love is. Did they learn what love is through me raising them? Or do they just think that they love me? I don't see how they can say that, especially since my parents don't say "I love you" to them either. Do they mean it when they say that they love me? I just want to sneeze and say "Sorry, I'm allergic to bull shit." But I can't, and I think that it is because it is my little brothers that I am talking to. How do I know if I know what love is?
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