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The past few years have sucked. Royally. I let myself be convinced that I didn't matter. That of course your husband and best friend heading out to party when you've finally opened up about your suicidal thoughts is perfectly normal and acceptable. But with Scott's tearful acknowledgment that he recognizes that he's been horrible to me for some time has broken loose a tremendous flood of reality. I wasn't crazy. I wasn't wrong. I really matter so little to everyone I love. There is no comfort in this.