You just described my entire life. And, I am finally deciding that it is best to just give it up. Why yell when no one wants to listen? Why even whisper? I tried to be helpful... everyone ignored me. I stopped being helpful... everyone got mad at me. I can't win for losing and I am sick and tired of that being the norm. I will not be missed nor will there be any loss to anyone or anything. Of course, I am too much of a coward to take control of my life to that degree, so I sit and basically decay. I moved to a city that has no use for me, and I cannot leave without leaving the only person who has ever loved me. (I don't have anywhere to go nor anyone to go to if I did.) I have nothing. I have not worked in over seven years. The Fed told me to kiss their ass after a three year battle for disability. And, my beloved was fired over a year ago by a bunch of corporate weasels who took advantage of the pandemic and redesigned their entire model to remove an entire department, of which my honey was a member. Thanks to too many health issues, I am now so useless that I have no hope of ever fulfilling my dreams, which proved to me finally that they were, in fact, dreams... even though I was told I had a chance at them. That was a lie. As I have gotten older, I have discovered that almost all of what I was told was a freaking lie. And, I used to get really angry about it. Now? Why bother? I'm done. The only thing that will happen on the day I am finally granted sweet release is that a few people will dance for joy. A few asshat's bitter sarcasm is the only memorial I will ever hope to have.