I cannot begin to explain what it’s like to grow up knowing your parents marginalized you. I was never hugged, kissed, never heard I love you, good job….nothing…I grew up with the family getting together and asking If I could come only to be told there was no room for me…exact words. My sisters are close, visiting each other and I was once invited to drive two hours each way for a lunch. I declined. When I was married,one sister said she would come to my wedding shower but then cancelled telling me the president of amway was going to be in town speaking …not kidding. When I was pregnant, I did NOT invite my mom to my baby shower and she showed up anyway as a “surprise” and proceeded to make nasty comments about the way I decorated my new home and didn’t even deny it when confronted. I could go on and on with examples of their behavior towards me through the years. As mom was dying, she did a memory making cruise and left it to one of my sisters to set it up. She coordinated with my other sister so that the date they chose was good for their husbands and children…but it didn’t work for my family. They all went and mom said she would take me another time….then she died…Long story short…I unfriended my sisters after the deaths of both parents. Not long ago, my sister sent me a friend request saying she wanted to reconnect. I said …Facebook is not the way to reconnect…we do it by monthly calls or lunches where we both drive 45 minutes once a month. I did not hear from her again….so can someone tell me why I still long to hear from both sisters…knowing they would not care if I dropped dead? Why do I have a need to connect with people who clearly do not care about me? What’s wrong with me?