The first time I heard the term non-love was about five years ago. The context, at the time, was limited to a particular person and to a particular situation. The situation was simple. I had been calling my Mum every single day for over ten years. It was an expectation I had put on myself after my Dad died that this is what I should do. After so many years it became one of those habits that remained unquestioned but, because of changes in my circumstances, eventually became a chore and, from there, it was a small step towards creating resentment.