Dr. Kevorkain for Plants?

I’m a plant killer. I don’t understand it, I love plants. But apparently they don’t love me. I really haven’t tried taking care of a plant until recently but I’m starting to get a complex. Last year for Mother’s Day my mother-in-law bought me a plant. It was beautiful. A Scarlet Pimpernel. I was so nervous to take care of it. Not only was it my first plant but my mother-in-law gave it to me. I did research on the plant and took the best care of it that I could. It bloomed beautifully all summer. I got compliments from my neighbors. I cannot take full credit for its death. We took a two week trip to the West Coast last summer, so I took it to my parent’s backyard where the sprinklers could water it. Well, it drowned. But since I owned one plant people started getting the idea that I needed more plants. I took each one in. But they quickly left me. Some died quicker than others. Now, I have an empty pot graveyard in my garage. I currently have two mini rose bushes waiting dormant for spring. Even though they look dead now, I am told they are supposed to come to life again.

This is all brought up because this morning one of my co-workers bought a beautiful plant for me to keep in my office. I warned her of my track record. But she insisted I could take care of it. So I’m giving it one more try. But perhaps plants just come to me to die. Am I the Dr. Kevorkian for plants?