When the balloon goes up, and it's gonna happen, your loved ones and you better have some physical skills in something, or it's game over.
(Said with a sarcastic frustrated tone)
So basically, since I am the only woman among my loved ones, I should just prepare to die.
Because if I ask for help, I am throwing my family under the bus, and if I make things happen I am controlling. I can't win.
(The only real thing one can do)
I will leave it to God.