I always enjoyed being kind. When someone genuinely needed a hand or what not, it felt good to help family or friends.
I don't really miss them anymore. I faded over two years ago, so they long ago shunned me.
I think about them less and less and have even forgotten some names.
I DID enjoy some of the friendships and the association. I loved many of them over the last 25 years.
I'm OK with that part.
What troubles me is that, I would still help these folks if they needed me.
They would rather suffer.
Bitter, stubborn and sad.