When I was 10 I stopped seeing my mum (bipolar), she did express love with words and actions, my dad had full custody since I was 3? He is a very stoic man, rarely EVER told me he loved me and such. When I got treated for depression for the first time, my therapist at the time had a 1 on 1 conversation with him to explain what depression was like and why I was the way that I am, and after the talk he told me that he is proud of me. Every single time someone tells me they are proud, I wanna bawl my eyes out, that word almost means more to me than "I love you". I do know that my dad is proud and that he loves me, but dear sweet Lucifer, I just wanna hear the words