Hey Gizmo, much hugs, huge, huge respect for that daughter you raised, good Heavens. When the dust settles, wish you'd sit down with your keyboard, please, and do some introspection. Of course some would be plain old character but what children do with the character they're born with when the crunch comes would be learned. This would be yours, her clearness and strength.
Rainy days, maybe try turning them into cozy days, don't mean to sound so chipper you'd like to throw something at me. Just works for me, that's all. Awful outside, turn my lamps on inside, make tea and honey, my little nest all secure and cozy, kind of makes me like those days.
Dad used to do that thing your husband is doing, with thinking bad folks could come get him. Now, Dad had some reason behind his paranoia so it was tougher to break. he was absolutely, completely convinced me sister was going to just show up one day and 'poof', move into his house, get rid of him and Mom. My husband actually made a literal death bed promise that nope, no one is getting Mom, we had her forever and ever and ever. Anyway, what used to help was just telling him that the police would not allow this to happen, ever, and he was safe. In point of fact, they wouldn't since the attorney had filled them in but that would have been too much information for Dad. He liked the news too, so know what you mean.
I hope you can process that, that this guy is being kept under a very good watch at the moment, maybe give yourself some Peace. I couldn't because it wasn't true for me. It sounds like this schmuck is somewhat under his father's thumb, for one thing and for another has been seriously shocked back into the real world where jail s*cks.
Yes, we're here. I'm unspeakably busy, thought I'd at least come say hi. So hi! :)
