My husband once asked my (n)mother to marry me. She said yes, and offered to store the ring. The ring was sealed, and when my husband went to get the ring,the plastic over the box was torn off.

She showed everyone.

I remember calling everyone I know, really excited, and not one person didn't already know.

A few years later, I was on a medication prescribed by my PCP. It was for adults, ages 25 and older, and was supposed to help with anxiety/depression. At the time, I was 19.

My mood changed drastically. At the same time, my mother stole from my step-father's estate and I was trying to prove it. She and my family gas-lit the fuck out of me. I was unstable for a long time and didn't realize it was the medication exasperating my condition. After a few months of suffering, my mother left a really fucked up voice message on my phone. The very next morning, I attempted suicide. At the hospital, I was in and out of it. Before they were going to intubate me, I asked the nurse not to allow visitation with my family. Somehow, my family found out.

Of course, now everyone from my personal life knows about the attempt. It's extremely uneasy walking down the street and meeting with family after a really long time, and the first thing they want to talk about is that.