Prisoner of sorts, because as soon as I managed to scramble thru' and up the cement blocks to sit in dog pis* on the patio and get onto my crutches and down the back sidewalk thru the gate to my car and get out to the bank and pick up some whiskey (not that the bank sold whiskey--I went two places) he put a lock on the gate.
Then I asked for a key. Then he accused me of letting the dogs out--as I said.
(musical intro----"Who let the Dogs out.----- Repeat 1000 times ----musical outro)
Now I am at when I moved out, 1st grandchild born and SIL needs to borrow $600.00 to add to what he has to to buy a bed for my daughter. They were sleeping on a mattress on the 3rd floor, on the floor, even through her pregnancy and he does this when she just gave birth. I wrote the cheque!
I can see that all my anger is aimed at HIM- (my therapsat is going to see that too)-- and my disappointment is in my daughter and more disappointment in myself----but what do you do when you don't know about N-ism?
It was all control and his feeling of entitlement to my money!
Back to the novella!
Izzy
Oh deb---everything is on purpose. I had no kitchen sink at first but managed with the bathroom next door--then one day I vacuumed my whole place and then I heard the most horrible noise. It was him with a chainsaw and he came down with it running and cut out a hole for the sink--no warning--all my everything was covered with sawdust!
SORRY I CANNOT HEAR YOU OVER THE NOISE!!
Sure1 Sure!
