I read the original Frankenstein.
It was not what I expected based on stereotypes.
The monster isn't created in an electrical storm and it does not have villagers chasing after it with pitchforks.

It instead is a sensitive conscious being needing the same love and companionship we all do.

It is too unnatural and revolting for people to endure looking upon and even Frankenstein, it's creator wants nothing to do with it. The pains of that isolation are so great that the monster considers being left to live to be the greatest suffering.

He has a point where he watches a family in secret and learns language. He helps them secretly and yearns for their company and comradery but is ultimately rejected when he reveals himself.

The creature does kill and take revenge out on his creator who abandoned him, making sure there is shared misery.

I don't have any feelings of anger or revenge, but it has been a pretty lonely world for me. The person I married avoids physical closeness so much, I gave up in trying. Throughout a lot of my life I have felt like people endured my presence and didn't want to get too close.

The creature, once his creator has passed away, plans to set off to find his own end away from people and without causing more harm.

Watching the thought exercise play out of what sort of torture isolation from basic companionship is, it opens up a lot of pain I have tried to suppress.

I do have memories of some friendships that have mostly faded at this point. I have memories of relationships where someone wanted to be with me. I am not at the extreme of the monster, but it is so hard to see hope in my situation without very drastic life changes.

The despair that has clung to me and seeped into my being has robbed me of the energy to do much beyond the absolute necessary in front of me.