She has seen a therapist before, just never wanted to stick with it. She gets angry with me when I try to talk to her about her depression. She's angry because she thinks she'll never have the life she wants. Yet when I ask her what life that is, she ignores me. She constantly complains that we're broke...but doesn't understand that we would have lots more money if I wasn't spending $1000 a month on vicodin. Right now I have $7.13 in the bank, and of course she needs more pills. I don't want to see her in pain, but I can't handle this. I'm sure she blames me for everything that is wrong. Honestly i've tried my hardest, and that doesn't seem to be good enough to make her happy.