What brought things to a head, was Christmas, having a standing invitation to my brothers daughter's house for lunch. I was really hopeful that I could get closer to them all (two daughters with families) after my isolation previously.
However, on Christmas Even afternoon, my brother (the Golden Child) arrived with his other daughter to tell me that two of the kids had their boyfriends coming for lunch so there would be no room for me at the table so I would have to eat my lunch on the sofa.
No concessions were made for my gluten free diet, as usual, which is much more strict now to be all grain free. I sat alone on a room to eat and left not long after having discovered that there were no presents for me despite me buying for them all. I felt unwanted so got out of there accidentally leaving behind my flask of gluten free gravy which I had brought. And that is it really. My reputation since childhood of being a hypochondriac with no-one accepting my chronic health seems to have taken over so that they all do not want me around.