I can't count how many times I've been overlooked. Left out. Ignored. Passed over. Forgotten. Never thought of.
And not by friends or acquaintances, but by family. And, I bet I'm not alone in that. I bet it happens all the time. Have you ever hear the words, "Oh, I thought I told you."?

No. You didn't tell me. Not a word. Not a hint.

I remember a time when my brother came to visit, in the town where I live. He came to visit family. I remember my father coming to visit, in the town where I live. He came to visit family.
I found out AFTER the visit. Hmm, makes me wonder. I guess I'm not "family".

Nothing quite stings like the pain of a slap. The shock. The surprise. You think everything is fine. You think your family cares about you. You think they want to see you, spend time with you. You think, but you're wrong.
 That sinking feeling when you realize they didn't think either...about you, that is.