Long story short, she's frustrated because she doesn't drive and has to wait for her friend Yolanda or me to pick her up, and I can appreciate that. It's just that she then goes into how she doesn't know what purpose her life has and that she should've died instead of Dad, etc., etc., etc. So I told her if she really felt that way, no one's stopping her, to which she says that she wishes she could, blah blah blah blah, wonk wonk wonk wonk.
Before anyone tells me how inappropriate my response was and that I suck, keep in mind that this is a woman who is clinically depressed and that although she takes several medications to combat it, she does not go to therapy. Instead of dealing with the changes that are unquestionably horrible for her and trying to make the best of it, she would rather piss and moan and feel helpless, and that's also fine -- until she starts pulling the "I wish I were dead" card on me, which she has for all of my adult life. Believe me when I tell you it is unbelievably painful to have that put on you when you know that any effort you make to help her feel better is not going to work, because she would rather continue what she knows (pissing and moaning and being waited on) than change it and feel better about herself. You tell me what you would do.Oh, whatEVER.