I know that one.
Some days? It’s always.
I guess I’m not needed…
Some days I feel like a bowl of bread dough, I’m always kneaded.
One day after incessant “Mom. Mom.” from my two sons my wife turned towards them and told them, “I’m changing my name from mom.” When they asked what she was changing it to, she told them, “I’m not telling you.”
why else would they remember you…?
Dealing with that right now. Friend of young adulthood ran off with a narcissistic man. Never heard fromm her again…He died 20 years later. NOW she wants to be back in my life….I feel needed but exploited at the same time. Timing couldn’t be worse, no fault of hers tho. I have finally had to let my Pheets go Home and just don’t have the emotional focus to deal with …her.. I can relate well to Aunty today.
Give all your money to charity – and they will leave you alone.
And refer to you as ’what’s her name’.
But it does feel good to be needed, not being used.
Sounds just like my life right now. It couldn’t be any lonelier here on my side.
On Other days, they only remember when they need someone to Crap On.
It’s been that way my entire life I had a birth defect and I wasn’t pretty. I grew up in a dysfunctional family and never felt wanted. I learned that people liked you when you helped them. I married an alcoholic and became an enabler. I’m retired now and on my own. I don’t have friends, just people who need help. I’m tired of giving and not getting back. BTW, I was able to get surgery and correct the birth defected when I was in my 20’s.