How do you love?

You say you love me. You frequently tell me I'm stupid or make me out to be incompetent. In eleven years you have forgotten my birthday three seperate times. In eleven years you have never gotten me a cake of any kind for my birthday or even a single candle. You strip me of my independence. You prefer your own touch to mine. In eleven years I have given you two beautiful and miraculous children, and in eleven years Mother's day has never celebrated and sometimes not even acknowledged. In eleven I have never missed your birthday and have always made sure you had some type of cake to hold your candles. I have given you your independence and supported your dreams. I crave only you. Every Father's day we BBQ and celebrate you. Please tell me, how do you love me?