This was my mom’s actions 50+ years ago. Set up: My mom had previously gone through a terrible depression and had been committed for a few months.
My dad one day was going through his/mom’s dresser and found a handwritten note describing on how to handle who would handle the care of the remaining 2 children still in the home. How assets should be used until we got to be 18 and then to distribute the assets to all of the children. There were a lot of details about everything but there was no mention of my dad in the note at all.
My dad read this and was wondering WTF, where am I supposed to be in all of this, Is she going to kill me and commit suicide or what?
My oldest sibling was studying to be a shrink and so my dad called him up to talk it through and see what to do. They agreed my bro would call mom up later to see how she was doing and how her depression was going with the meds. And then ease into the note she left and why she didn’t mention dad at all.
Well it turned out that dad’s best friend had invited them to go on a little flight in his self/home-made airplane on the weekend. She was concerned that this puddle jumper wasn’t totally flight worthy and they might crash.
TL:DR So no severe depression, no murder/suicide, just a fear of his friend’s puddle jumper.