It's hard for me to feel bad for them, since they don't really seem to care that much about anything themselves. What's that? My husband cheated on me with my mother and divorced me? Well that's okay, I ate a good dinner tonight. Oh, my son died in a pool? That's fine, the decor in this room is really pretty.
It's so unrealistic that I can't even begin to think of them as an interpretation of humans to start feeling badly for them. This could also simply be due to my lack of imagination though