I have been in your shoes and I can relate to you. My family was very caring and loving, or so I thought until my parents died. My parents had been loving to each other, loving and caring to family members. Everybody flocked to my home, to my parents, to solve their own problems. My parents gave advice, paid for trips, my dad who was a cardiologist was the guru and wise peson in our family. My mother, a great musician helped in charity functions, helped with advice, knitted, sew and did many things for others. Both were very involved with the community, family and friends. Once they died, no one of these people stood up for me. No one visited, people I thought they were my friends disappeared. Others, thinking about my inheritance wanted my money support. Many people expected me to send them money when they didn’t attend my parents funeral or visited me afterwards. All these people and family left me alone. Even my own sister. Therefore, I have been reading about, thinking all this time my parents were used and I was used too. I decided to break family ties. People I thought were my friends, aren’t happy I am rich. They are jealous and envious. I am involved in charity for the elderly and children. But my ex friends do not know this. I an generous and honest. But life taught me that the world only wants to use me and I can allow this. Of all my hundreds of friends in the past, I have ONE who loves me for what I am, has been there for me, doesn’t care about my money, cares about me. So, my husband and I have each other. And one friend. Reaching out to people doesn’t work out when I bring them home and they see all my comforts. We worked very hard to have a roof, food to eat and furniture. And cars to roam about. We are simple, try to help others. But the world is angry at us, because we have our inheritances. We feel lonely. Our friends have abandoned us. And this is a bitter pill to swallow. Why?