Mom made a serious attempt yesterday on her own life.

I've been so focused on my own development that it simply hasn't occurred to me, that everything I'm getting away from when I get out of the house, she's trapped in.

We only have one vehicle, because stupid Cathy won't give us back our van.

Mom doesn't have any money, because Dad has spent it on his endless remodel BS.

What's really sad is that yesterday in the depths of her despair, I asked her, "What would you want to do, if the money wasn't in the way? What would you want to do for yourself?"

She's so used to thinking of everyone else that she couldn't think of anything.

My mother genuinely cannot think of a single thing she would like to do for herself.

And she sees me, escaping the house, going out and being with the people who make me happy, and she feels even more trapped.