Lise, no, no one had a clue what was going on. And they STILL don't. (And it doesn't matter anymore) It's kind of complicated and hard to explain simply but I'll try to give you a shortened version. Randy just showed up one day out of the blue at a group sit-down lunch. He hadn't been around for a long time and he had evidently been busy peddling the story that I was driving/keeping him away from the group with 'my anger." A total projection and flip flop of reality. HE was angry with ME for confronting him over his shabby treatment (I was respectful, but uncompromising--I'd done enough of that already!) and he was so uncomfortable being around me (I was the crack in the mirror of his sainthood) that he was in fact trying to drive ME away. I had no problem ignoring him, but he couldn't ignore me! Background: He had been the informal evening 'social director,' a major source of his N supply, and had in fact provided a valuable service to the group for Saturday night entertainment for quite awhile. I had been his first and biggest and truest supporter in getting this going and it had taken a long time. Did anyone remember that? Not a chance, but they DID resent me for 'driving him away.!"
So anyway, he just shows up. After two years of the silent treatment (I too have abandonment issues, Lise, and it was very hurtful) and sending regular toxic waste at me via his cronies. I am sitting at another table minding my own business, talking to some people about a movie I really wanted to see and the people at my table thought it would be good too and also wanted to go. Well, Randy has been listening carefully from way over there and he reaches over into this private conversation (talk about violating boundaries!) and announces to everybody that the Movie Group (another one of his N supply fixes that I supported when no one else did) 'really didn't think the movie was very good.' Just trying to save you the trouble, don't you know? It's the kiss of death for the movie for my table of people. Randy has a way of presenting something, in a way that I can't do justice to, that if you see this useless dog you have about as much sophistication as a three-legged mutt wearing a bow tie with ketchup on it. I lost it. It's really kind of funny. Tables and chairs flying through the air like in an old Western. I am a very violent person now and people look at me warily, even if they weren't there. Poor Randy, what you get for trying to do someone a favor!