My youngest brother from Dad’s first batch of kids, Dizzee,  got a message on FaceBook six months ago. It was from a 35 year-old woman, who was looking for her father. She gave details about her mother, when she was born, and where, and asked if he had a sister. She then gave him my name, and told him how her mother had stayed at my house for a while during her pregnancy.

Yep, guess she had the right guy. She posted a picture of herself on FaceBook, and if I had had a daughter my ownself, she couldn’t have looked more like me than Hidden Treasure did.

I was so delighted that they had found one another, and I thought everyone else would be as well.

That way of thinking doesn’t consider the crazy. Duh.

In this case there were two major players with the crazy, control freak vibe going on. One was Dizzee’s wife. When Dizzee met his wife, she was already pregnant with her first son. I teased him about being lazy, heh, but he treated that boy like gold, even letting him live at home (age 27), and let his friend have a room at home as well. So you think if you find out your husband has a daughter from years before he met you, you might remember how well he treated the firstborn.

Not so much. Dizzee’s wife felt threatened from the get go. Said she had a bad feeling about this. Disparaged Hidden Treasure to her father. Had hissyfits if Dizzee called his newly discovered daughter. So began the sneakiness. I wanted to know why he couldn’t call his own daughter. It wasn’t like he was having an affair. Why can’t people just be nice?

Dizzee arranged to visit and meet up with Hidden Treasure and her family. Hidden Treasure didn’t want to initially meet Dizzee with her husband and children present. I kind of understood why that may be when I had an msn video messenger call with them all. Hidden Treasure was charming and funny, but somewhat restrained. It was her husband who tried to take over the conversation while the children scowled at the camera. Now if I’m thinking Dizzee’s wife is all kinds of the crazy, I’m thinking I’m talking to a genuine nutbar here. Only add to the mix, my exclamation of “Christ!” during the conversation, and apologizing to the kids, who were in earshot. Not my brightest moment.

Then I ask Hidden Treasure’s husband what his T-shirt says. Can you even guess? It says: “Not ashamed to say His Name” and I’m thinking I’m so scrood what with me being a Tool of Satan and all. So I didn’t blurt out “Me either!” because I had already apologized to the kids, and that implies I was ashamed I said Christ in front of them

. So to add to the crazy, we have a fundamentalist fervor thrown in. You know, the kind of fervor that says a wife must obey her husband? And that are all smug and superior, because, apparently they are going to heaven and YOU ARE NOT.

Yeah.

Does this situation look like a breeding ground for the crazies to feed on each other?  Yes, yes it does. And when Dizzee and his daughter met initially away from religious nutbar husband, the two control freaks got on the phone with each other. Did you see that coming? I may or may not suck at foreshadowing.

Imagine the anxiety! the panic! the fear! of these two conspirators when the objects of their control freakiness are no longer under their control. Oh, religious nutbar husband wasn’t just calling Dizzee’s wife and other children, he was calling everyone who had any kind of contact with Hidden Treasure. Seems like he was trying to enlist people “on his side”. Why does there have to be sides? Why can’t a father and daughter get to know one another?

Religious nutbar husband had many inflammatory phone calls with Dizzee’s wife, his other daughter, WildChild,and the firstborn son. Got them all riled up. Implied terrible things, which were outright lies. WildChild was wildly jealous because she had to share her daddy. I kind of thought that since she was a mother herself, she would realize that love does not diminish as you share it. I mean, she has twins.

Wildchild became extremely vicious when dealing with her father, and her father, Dizzee, informed her that nobody living under his roof would talk to him like that, and she was to find a new place to live, along with her twins, and the father of the twins. Dizzee supported quite a collection of people in that house apparently. None of whom were being remotely respectful to him.

Dizzee’s wife decided that if WildChild went, so would she, and Dizzee came home to a house that had been emptied of furniture and appliances, but not of garbage. Also, a joint bank account that had been emptied. Lovely.

He set to work to get the house ready for sale. His wife weaseled her way back in, and now will not leave. I’m not allowed to play with Dizzee because religious nutbar told her that I told him not to call her because she is crazy. She’s only there until the house sells, but still, controlling his life.

Religious nutbar has been forced out of his home because he became violent, and Hidden Treasure offerred him the choice of leaving or dealing with the RCMP. He left, but continued his campaign to get people “on his side”

So? Two households demolished because of control freakishness. I kept slapping my head and asking “Is this a fucking cartoon?” because where else do you find such bizarre behaviour?

And that was only one part of the crazy that was May 2009.

June? You look mighty good to me.

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