I have lived in a 12 unit seniors apt. for almost 9 years. I've always been friendly but tend to keep to myself. Unlike me, the people here were born, went to the school across the street, married, had kids, sold their homes and now live here. On my floor, one returned from therapy. I showed her a comment someone had posted at the store she had worked,"the kindest old bird, she's sweeter than jam" my friend asked what the website was so she could print it out. She also said the couple on our floor had a dinner to welcome her back. I wasn't invited. I am utterly devastated and can't come to terms with this and can no longer stay here. Everything was fine until now. I love my apt. but again, it seems, I don't belong anywhere. At 68, I'm near the end of my tether. I just needed to vent!
I would feel this deeply too and want to leave. It hurts to feel left out especially when it sneaks up like this.
I'm so sorry, TreseO. That is deeply hurtful.