You are important and you matter. Your feelings matter. Your voice matters. Your story matters. Your life matters. Always.
I wonder if that attitude is part of dementia. My mom was/is similar, and I know that she is slipping into dementia. She moans about the fact that she has no friends, yet does nothing to make them. She complains that no one ever calls her, yet she never initiates contact. She says she doesn't want presents, then complains bitterly about what she gets.
It's nice to see you back and in good spirits.
Me: FBS (no longer betrayed nor a spouse)-62
D-day: 2007 (two years before finding SI)
S: 6/2010; D: 3/2011