I was always there for them, and was careful to not get into their space when they needed it. There were so many joyful times. I try not to intrude now, and do let them know I am proud of them.
Raising them was my life from 16 to now. And I was so excited to move on to the next part of my life without kids. But after yesterday I am not. At a family gathering I saw how I was either unseen or blatantly ignored (even when I cheerfully tried to involve myself in a group who was conversing - or even talking one on one with someone standing there alone). I felt invisible after being ignored or walked away from, even mid sentence.
There went most of my life. They hate me and I don't know why. I don't want to waste the rest of my life on something else I think I'm good at but which turns out to be a failure. It's hopeless. I just wish it would all end.