All my life I always felt people never really cared about me. I know it's in my head, but it's still a reality for me. But I got sick this past week, a recurrence of my MS and I had to go to urgent care. When I came home my four grown stepsons were there and they were all wanting to know how I was and if they could help me. Now I've been "Step mommy" for 20 years, but they were all teenagers when I met them, so we had a more "friends" relationship than parent/child relationship. In 20 years I never felt more like I meant something to them than I did that night. Then I went to my work and found out they are taking up a collection to help me with any expenses while I'm out of work. I've been at my job for 13 years, but again, never thought anyone would try to help me in time of need. Funny how you grow up believing you don't matter, but then things happen and you wonder if maybe people around you do care. That maybe your life does matter in some little way. Maybe after all these years, I can finally convince myself of this.
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