Well again. Thank you for your work. I know it was scary and stressful and difficult and often thankless, but you saved my life and my marriage with it, and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. I wish you everything good, everything you need, and everything you love. I’m going to move on as much as I can, but I’m not afraid to revisit this if doing so down the line would help anyone. These kinds of people deserve no quarter. As much as their escalation has been horrifying, it’s also made it a lot harder for them to keep up their facade. As my father once said, sometimes after a while you just gotta sit back and let people screw themselves over, cause they’re usually way better at it than you.

Pidge.