Shallow, melodramatic, amateurish.
Poor me, my terrible childhood, and lost illusion of the Mormon royal family image has eaten me alive for years. Let me tell you how I failed at all my relationships, destroyed families, and raised dysfunctional children while I spend my life trying to be better than everyone around me. But alas, I found husband #4 who can keep me in cosmetic procedures, expensive clothes and lavish trips until I tire of him, find a side hustle, take half, keep whining about my horrible treatment, and move on again leaving broken people in my wake.