The was I was brought up, we didn’t really talk about our feelings or how we were feeling. This includes expression of love! I don’t ever remember being told that I was loved. I would get random hugs, but that’s when I initiated them with my mom when I was grown. It was just understood that I was loved. I knew no different.
It has taken me a while, and I am still a work in progress when it comes to expressing my feelings. Sometimes, when I do express my feelings, I fear that they will be held against me or I will be thought different of. With practice, this will come! Just call me a work in progress!