That's exactly it, she was sick and twisted. Sounds like she and my mother were in the same club. I am moving forward with developing new beliefs about myself to replace what she instilled in me. It takes time but I feel like I can do it. I am doing it. My depression is lifting and I am working hard at framing my life in a way that I don't feel like I am punished if I am not perfect. When my kid died and my son had cancer I was convinced it was because I wasn't good enough. Man the damage these lunatics do. So, I know this is the wrong place for this but guess what I did today? Friends gave me a big old hand made rabbit Hutch and I took the bottom off because they used hardware cloth instead of 1/2 by 1 inch. I think I will fix it and give it to a friend who needs more cages. I love recycling and making old things usable. You are my special friend Sept. Thank you