Sorry for what you're going through, Tumbleweed, and I appreciate the empathy. There was a brief time when I was financially dependant on my s.o. That seemed to make him behave worse. Like you I felt I couldn't escape, except to just leave the house. Or I would go in the spare bedroom, which I used as my personal space. When I went in there, our dog would lie in the threshold and not let him come in that room. The dog got to where she didn't trust him, and he became afraid of her.

Eskie, that's a dreadful sequence of events to have gone through. At least I do trust the two attendants that have been coming here.