There's a quote, can't quite remember it, something along the lines of - All it needs for evil to flourish is for the good men to do nothing.
There are so many people who don't want to hear about it, talk about it, believe it happens. They are the ones who allow it to continue - apart from the abusers.
For me, that's part of the problem with 'd'm. The tenant of her garage eventually gained control of her financial affairs, has been left £5k, and keeps harping on about he just wanted to get us together over a cup of tea. It's as if he thinks we fell out about something like the flowers I insisted having for my wedding, for God's sake.
Even more, he asked when we could 'drop in' to collect the things left to dd - it's as if he hasn't realised that our village just isn't around the corner from the corner of Wirral where he lives. We're 400 miles south of Calais!!
Some years ago, my lovely uncle gave me his keys to her flat, and also the pass code for the door. He also suggested that I hire a van and take all my stuff, otherwise I wouldn't see it again. I just had this lovely picture of a SuperU van hire van with 'Louez moi' on the side, parked outside her flat with me loading up as much as we could carry. Obvious or what?
The other thing that's pissing me off is that he is refusing to send me details of all the things sent to auction - he was too absent-minded to check whether any of them were mine. There was some 18th C porcelain that a friend of df's gave me, among books and other things. I know it's only things, but....it hurts.
The lady I saw yesterday, was very insistent on my ringing her if I needed to. Later on, I had this blindingly obvious thought, and somehow have wimped out of ringing her - all because I'm not sure how to translate 1 word into French. Gah!
Night all, and hugs all round
tb