I don’t think this should be passed off as insecurity, although I’m sure insecurity could play a part in it. I certainly don’t think it is a trivial issue or that there is some magical answer, like “I just do.” That is a very worrisome answer, by the way.
I think people who ask this question are looking for a couple of things. I don’t know which is more important. One thing is that they want a reflection of themselves. They don’t know what you think. They don’t know if it is a trivial thing or something of substance. So they need to know what their attractive points are. They can’t see them.
This is compounded when someone is depressed or deeply insecure. Then they don’t think anything about them is good. They will probably seek to deny anything you say, but don’t give up. It helps for them to hear it even if they find reasons to disbelieve you.
I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know what, if anything, is lovable about me. More to the point, I don’t know what you think today. Just because you told me last year doesn’t mean it’s still true. And don’t give me that unconditional love crap. I don’t know what that means and I don’t believe it anyway. In my experience, people only love you if you do something for them.
This is what I would tell someone who asked me:
You are the hottest woman in the world. I can’t stop thinking about you. I love making love with you. You are incredibly intelligent and capable. I like your values and politics. I like the way you dance. I like your hands and the way they feel when they touch me. I like parenting with you. In general, I like your attitude towards spending money (i.e., don’t do it), but I think we are wealthier than you think. I like your attitude about arts and how we should incorporate them in our lives.
Those are some of the reasons I love you. That’s why I would never voluntarily give up.
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I’m not sure whether anyone has ever said that to me. I had a long conversation with my wife one day when my head was starting to come out from underwater. She was able to come up with a list—a believable list, after a while, although I still wasn’t well enough to believe that was enough.
Now I know she loves me. She put up with me and my infidelities. She values me enough to go through that. All the while, though, I didn’t know, and I believed she didn’t love me. I was afraid to ask her because I didn’t want to hear her say nothing. I don’t know if she thought it was necessary or not. Maybe if I had asked, that other stuff wouldn’t have happened.
But now I know and it’s not really because of anything she said. It’s because she was there for me when I needed saving. It took me a while to figure that out and Lord knows, there’s still a part of me that doesn’t quite get it.
You know what really gets me now? She laughs at some of my jokes. Not all of them. She still takes me too seriously and so she doesn’t recognize some of the things I say are supposed to be humor. Maybe I’m too deadpan. But she laughs sometimes and she even makes her own jokes, and we she does, me and the kids will chant Mrs. Wundayatta made a joke! It’s nice. I love her because she tries, and sometimes she lightens up, and because she was there for me when I never thought that was possible. Actually, when I think about it, it still doesn’t quite make sense, and therefore I am so grateful that she does love me, despite my disbelief that anyone really fully could.