The disparity between *being* loved and *feeling* loved.

I had sex with my SO. He had loving eyes, but did nothing to please me. He thinks he is "connecting" with me. He actually does love me, but it doesn't feel like love to me. After, I feel like shit.

AP... he makes love to me. He cares for my pleasure and is considerate. After, I am elated with happiness. He doesn't love me, or if he does, it is within very limited confines, yet he makes me feel...loved I guess. I don't have another word for it.

So I am here, trying to cope with the disparity of feeling shitty after SO sex but knowing I'm loved.