When she made those pathetic comments she had not even embarked on a career of her own. She was anticipating great things as the wife of a guy she thought was a real player. His ascent up the ladder of success didn't quite pan out. To her credit, she decided to help feather her own nest and got a graduate degree and a professional job. Ironically, what she did and what she earned put her on a footing comparable to being a school teacher in a well-endowed district.

She found it to be an awful grind though. But she stuck with it long enough to somewhat compensate for her husband's "business career" fizzling out. They both became opportunistic pursuers of heritable assets. This would explain her past eager cultivation of my friendship, back when I was awarded a scholarship for graduate study that she thought would lead to my having a career in high finance. She repeatedly mused that she and I might eventually be joint owners of a business venture. When I visited, she had fresh flowers in the guest bedroom to welcome me. What a disappointment I turned out to be. Chronic depressives often don't quite fulfill the promise of their youth. I guess that could explain her utter disgust with my having psychiatric issues. She has to believe I squandered my capabilities, which I did do. The level of her disdain for where I am in life suggests that she previously felt she had some stake in my success. At any rate she sure isn't going to expend much attention on me now. That's the bigger picture that is starting to come into focus for me.

I guess I can just hope that she keeps those "thoughts and prayers" coming.