Last night, X-mas eve she hurled the Dish-draner across the Kitchen. I ask her what is wrong with you!? She says I don't have anywhere to put this, my counter tops are cover with stuff. She keeps stuff on her counter top so that they won't get damaged. Anyway I got mad at her. I find it hard to control myself. It just ruined the evening. She wanted to have just 4 of us over to have tamales. She ordered 5 dozen. That pissed me off too. I want her to get on meds, but she says she doesn't want anymore. She cries all day and yells all day. It is so sad that she is spending her years so miserable. HOPELESSNESS?