I was loved for a few years because I was young and was in the "love bombed" phase. I was invited everywhere, people smiling and kind, etc.
But, it all disappeared like a fart in the wind and I started having one rude awakening after another. Slowly, it became apparent that all this "love" was conditional and based on my "works" or what they could get out of me. Since they couldn't exploit me, they had no use for me. It is all fine, really, because it helped me to "fade" better when I decided I could tolerate no more of it.