The orphans of love.

We are the Oliver Twists of our time, the orphans of love. We were starved of love in our young days and now ask for more of the less love we keep getting.

Many of us are the Oliver Twists of our time, abandoned emotionally and physically by our wounded and departed parents. We did not receive or know any healthy motherly love, with more or less absent fathers.

We end up in love orphanages with people who do not even give us the bare minimum love. We might escape the love orphanage to what we can imagine to be the London of love and dreams. The castles of forever after.

Once there we only learn that the only way we can survive is by trying to steal a bit of love here and there, from those who might seem to have more.

This might be friends, family, colleagues and lovers we might try to convince to love us. We might protest in communities to get love and attention from strangers. We might end in romantic relationships where we get little tasteless love that barely meets our needs.

We live with the bread crumbs in relationships, and the not enougness for a while. Maybe one day we gather courage to ask for more, to create boundaries; only to have our heads bashed and our self-esteem crashed.

We might continue to wander the streets of this life, sold to another bidder where love is rationed. We might end up resigned to our fate, with our heads down feeling unworthy. We might feel unacknowledged and unseen and unloved for who we are. This is until and unless we acknowledge and heal the young love-starved children in us who were deprived in our young years.

There is an inheritance waiting and a Mr Brownlow in all of us who can adopt and parent the inner child. Self-love will help us stop begging for and getting bread-crumbs.

Parent and feed love to your Oliver Twists people,