Ziggiddy... . wow - so glad to know they are all home safe and sound.

How timely for me - just Googling those photos with quotes and adages across them - "We have nothing to fear but fear itself" with courage and fear being my search... .
I'm in a "puppy has gone missing" but it's the youngest child, who, through absolute and awful choices of my own, with a man I know here that I've "dated" if you can call it that... . who has set my child off time and again over the last year or more with his behavior... .
She is dating a very sweet young man who is hounded at home by a dad very much like my friend. Just to be brief - once introduced to my friend who lost his own son by suicide 2 1/2 years ago, this young man is now very very much in the "pedestal" phase of idealization - where I was 2 years ago with him. The sun rose and set on me.
Devaluation over the months with me tryhing to speak up for myself, at my child's behest (WHY do you let him treat you that way?). Her boyfriend is now this man's pet, this man's "adopted" son. And sooner than later this poor boy is going to be hit hard with a rage and a temper that will bring him so low like she describes he experiences at home all the time.
I am breathless with the idea that someone I brought into my home with all the well-meaning motives - it was dead of winter, his son was dead, we'd known each other for years - but oh my god... . I knew him and his "kill or be killed" mentality, racist bigot awful stuff but it'd always just been topics I could walk away from happenstance as I encountered him in town.
Puppies on the loose... . puppies possibly in danger... . yes... . he is aware that her name is on a tax-exempt account that I got via the divorce, because of my big mouth basically when I was living in fear of doing the paperwork wrong (things with lines to sign and notarize are like cannons in my face!) and possibly screwing it up. I've designated her and an older sibling as splitting that account, while another would get this house. Meanwhile my paperwork being good as gold - his taxes are all over, not paid, farm is liened to no end... . and with him pulling this young man in... . my worst thoughts run to the drastic panic that he will get this $$ out of them if they are together (you can use it non-taxed to buy your first home) but of course that is if I am dead - you see how nuts this is getting! I bet you are >>right here<<wiht me as I karoom out of control... . this loving friend that I know and who knows him and just loathes him... . talked me down

. But really... . I am going to put the word out that she is not getting it... . not to be crazy but if that amount is removed from where he thinks he can get at it... . I'm not kidding... . she's of no interest to him.
Pavlov - I let this man into our lives. I kept him in our lives even as she was really almost downright abusive about how she couldnt' stand him. And now they are at concerts with him and he's paying for tickets and the young man drives his drunken arse back to farm with her in truck... . oh god... . slippery slope to her mother mentally hypoxic from it all.
Pavlov's bell has rung and I am drooling and overwrought and thinking the worst.
Because back when I was a girl and the poo hit the fan, one way or another, it was my fault. Or a sibling's fault. Or some total stranger's fault.
Yes, we are programmed. Yes we are wired. Yes we are prey to the fleetingest flights of fantastical "the worst has happened" thoughts. Rightly so.
I am not realistically the cause of this man's brutal behavior. He's been like this for decades. But I connect his ties to my home and my heart and my child with my stupid idea that being his friend in his grief was a good thing. That's hard for me to let go right now. He is a black hole, like my mother was a black hole, like his own father was a black hole that he still harps about.
I'm a Robert Ludlum fan too. Yes, finding an identity that's safe and where you aren't jumping at shadows - perhaps real ones, like this man who has power over this BF of hers because his own dad is so hurtful - and this farmer is so slick and manipulative. I can only pray her Scotch-Irish blood will out and she will cut loose on him as she has on me when she's p'd off.
"Why was I bargaining and who was I bargaining with?" you ask. Me too. Sometimes I just scoff at the gods of the universe like, ARE YOU SERIOUS? because I think we've been given enough. My bad judgement about this awful man simply cannot eat another hole in my life but I am working at facing down that fear this very minute.
Your post really struck me. Thank you for letting it all hang out.