In a pretty how town lives the life of squandered
hope and misdealt chances. Born to a
preacher father and a
paranoid schizophrenic mother, she was raised well enough. Preacher
father cheats on
mother. No matter.
Divorce. Remarriage to father, hospital with mother.
She was
happy for a while, during
marriage the first time. She dies of a
heart attack in a denist chair, but she is restored to
health with a heart device. Stroke. Restored.
Divorce in five years, but two loving
children. Ex-spouse wishes none with the children (and she always thought he was cheating on her), She marries someone who will. She goes back to community college (the
highlight of her life), graduates with chronic
stress and develops
fibromyalgia. Chronic
pain. But she still has her
family.
Grandfather(natural causes) and
father(
cancer), her lights of spirituality, die within a month of each other.
Schizophrenic mother(medicine overdose) commits
suicide. Her
husband is lowly educated car watcher. She
loathes him. She develops severe
depression.
Antidepressants are prescribed, a new bullet in her vast arsenal of
medication taken daily.
Divorce is impossible this time, they are both in debt too deeply, and he is the sole
breadwinner. Her best friend, only true
friend(
cancer), dies
easter 1999. Further
depression. New pills. Her son, who has developed a deep faith and is now her sole religious light, tells her
he no longer believes in God.
She now sleeps when not suffering from
insomnia(pills to fix!) and watches the
christian channel and QVC in her room, where she avoids her
husband, whom she lives with out of necessity. A life with no hope. The life of my
mother.