Thank you, thank you, so much for all your kind advice. You are all gifts to me. As everything seems to be in my life, the timing was striking...I had the strength to take the phone call I got late this afternoon...the detectives have found my jewelry. And my china. And my ladder. And the paint ball gun. My cell phone, too, probably...I quit asking. Three guesses as to who pawned it....wow! First try! OH thanks to God for the upperhand again. I came home and calmly told him to start talking. He said "what" and I said "Bobs Pawn". He still insists it's only pot...but agrees to do whatever I tell him to. I told him he had some issues that he must work out, and I am going to try again to get him help. He agrees he needs help. SO...I am going to go to the courthouse tomorrow and have him committed. I am SO EXCITED that he will be getting help. I no longer care at all what he thinks about me. Whaddya think?