Billable Hours, Payable Tears

Synopsis

I quit my job and spent ten years taking care of my paralyzed mother. All those years, my mom would tell anyone who'd listen that I was her most devoted daughter. But right before she died, her will made it crystal clear: the house went to William, 100 thousand in savings to Mia, and I got nothing. I confronted her with the will, but she just pulled out my adoption papers. She said, "I've raised you all these years for nothing. You should be grateful. You have no right to my money or my house." After turning it over and over in her mind, she was just scared I'd end up fighting William and Mia over the inheritance. A sleeping pill knocked me out; she wheeled over, slit my artery with a fruit knife, and sat there watching until the blood stopped. Only then was she calm.