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I once worked for a babysitting service. Once the service sent me to a very beautiful upper middle class home. The lady of the house looked like a young Kathleen Turner. In the middle of giving me the usual baby care details for her infant son, she started crying and telling me about her problems. My heart went out to her. I told her that I hated to see her in so much pain and that she should see her doctor ASAP because there was medication available that would make her feel 100% better. A couple of months later I read in the newspaper that she had shot her baby son in the head then turned the gun on herself. She died, and the bahy survived with brain damage. It was such a terrible tragedy and so unnecessary if only she had sought treatment.

I know what you mean. Years ago when I lived in California we had a neighbor who had six children. Her husband was almost never home, and honestly seemed pretty overbearing. She was so busy with her kids that no one really saw much of her. One night we heard these horrible screams as the four oldest kids came running across the street to my next-door neighbor.

Their mother had shot the baby in it's crib, the toddler and herself. She had taken them all to McDonalds that day as a treat, stopped at a hardware store to buy a huge sheet of plastic and then sat the oldest kids down to watch TV before going into the bedroom to carry out the deadly deed.