My mother has never learned how to drive. My father did everything for her. She is too anxiety-ridden and can't pass the preliminary driving test after countless tries. She is somewhat of a hypochondriac and very needy. I am the only child in the area. I work two jobs, have five children and she expects me to give her the same consideration my father gave her which is, essentially, "I want it now!" I live about 25 miles from her and she doesn't understand why I insist on her moving closer to me. She wants her own huge house with all the best my beleaguered father could buy. Incidentally, she never worked a day in her life and my father had to work three jobs to keep up with her champagne taste. He died of lung cancer and heart disease at the age of 68. She worked and nagged him to death. He chain smoked to handle her demands. Now that I've vented, I do know it is my responsibility to take care of her and I am getting better at not showing my true feelings about the situation with the help of a psychiatrist and Cymbalta.