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-I confessed to her 8 years ago, she was flattered but nothing came of it.
-We are now both 19, I moved on from liking her obviously.
-First time we hung out with all her friends (drunk), she told me "I love you" and added "but not romantically." She was very happy when I said it back.
-Afterwards she texted me something something 'babygirl' but said it was on accident, it was meant for her dog. (Im a girl too. we are both gay)
-She invited me to come over and drink 2 weeks ago.
-I watched her play Minecraft and she joked about us having a honeymoon and 'boning in the bonemeal bed'
-She made her friend move so she could sit by me.
-She insisted I wear her coat to keep warm and said "I would love nothing more than to care for you"
-She found out I'm younger than her and said "Oh, that's weird. But age doesn't really matter to me. Unless it's super young."
-When her friends left and we were alone, she said "I love you" again but didn't say 'not romantically' like last time. But after this she hasn't spoken to me in a long time. She's a terrible texter she says, but still, it's radio silence.

I don't know if I like her back or not, but I'm confused if she likes me, I feel like I'm getting mixed messages.

Growing up, my father was very neglectful and cold, and whenever he did decide to pay attention to me, he would terrorize me. When my mother would go to work and left me at home with him, I was never fed, bathed, or shown affection. If I tried to get him to notice me, he would scream at me to “Go away!” or “Leave me alone!” I would tell my mother all the time what he would do, and she never did anything about it and still stayed with him, no matter what. Mind you, I was 4-6 years old when I had to endure this bullshit. At an age I couldn’t take care of my own needs. Also, this is all just a small portion of what he did.

As I got older into my teenage years from the age of 9, things have changed, but he kept his neglectful ways. My mother was still with him, and she would always say “I know he doesn’t show it, but he does love you.” She just didn’t want to leave because, yet again, she was dependent. I will admit that I had a terrible attitude, but it was mostly because I hated my family. I still do. I hated the fact that I had to fucking deal with a father who didn’t give one single shit about me or well-being, and a passive aggressive mother who let him do whatever he pleased. He would drink beer every fucking day, and whenever he got drunk, he acted like an intolerable, blunt asshole who would mock and make fun of me for everything. I was sick and fucking tired of it. Seriously.

Okay, GAG, what do you think that I should do?