Is attachment the same as love?
I don’t even know how to say this without crying, but I think I’m more scared of losing my partner than actually missing him if he were gone ay dios mio that sounds so bad out loud. We’ve been together 3 years, live together, share a bed, a dog, even our families treat us like we’re married—my abuela already calls him her yerno. But lately I catch myself wondering, do I love him or am I just used to him? When he travels, I panic. Not because I miss his laugh or the way he sings off-key in the kitchen, but because the apartment feels too quiet and I hate eating alone. That’s not love, right? Last week he said he needed space, just a few days, and I called him 4 times with dumb excuses because I couldn’t stand the emptiness. I keep thinking about my tía Rosa who stayed with her husband for 30 years and only realized she’d never really loved him when he passed. I don’t want that. But I also don’t know how to tell if this is love or just… fear. 💔