She has Calamities and Disasters

Everything in her world is a calamity or disaster. A professional downer, she focuses on worse scenarios. I might have cancer, she tells me. Because she fell down and her knee bled. My mother might have dementia, she reports. Because she cannot remember what she ate for lunch. I cannot remember where I put my pen two minutes ago. She is miserable by choice, so I remove myself from her proximity. Not wanting to hear her latest catastrophe or tragedy in the making. I feel sorry for her children. Some may never return home after escaping.