How Low Can You Go?

I'm asking for prayers and good vibes... 

Son's father is fighting our proposed move to Australia in court... not only that, but he wants custody of him, claiming I am an unfit mother...

This from the man who has been kicked off five different domestic violence perpetrator programmes in five years... whose visitation access to our son is determined by how much progress he is making on said programmes...

And he's playing really, really dirty - I can't even read the court documents he filed in their entirety yet, they are so horrible...

I picked up the documents this evening - they were improperly served at the previous house we had lived in...

And leaving the house, the car in front of me had a bumper sticker in Yiddish, with English translation... it said "Have courage, be strong"... I hadn't even read the documents yet!!!

I  need to focus on filing a response to this crap - one of the hearings is on the 28th, I think, and I have 20 days to reply to the other motion he filed... and I have to file a request for the renewal of the Protection Order this week...

It's kinda hard to do the forgiveness thing when, just when I think I am there, more of this crap comes - but I guess that's the challenge...

And after tomorrow, I don't know where we'll be living.... the boy and I, two cats and some of our "stuff"... and our van with the window that was shot out September 2010 that's still covered in clear plastic sheeting and dragon-patterned duct tape!

The rent for the week-to-week motel we're staying at was due three days ago - the landlord is asking for it...

Son's dad owes me $1,500 and two clients owe me around $3,000; have been asking for them to cough up - no reply yet...  

I guess I now understand something about what life was like for the people who went through the Great Depression and World War 2... 

Though I still probably haven't got a clue what life is like for the millions in the third world, starving to death...

Well - I guess this all goes on tomorrow's agenda...

I have just enough gas left to get to my therapy appointment (lovely women who doesn't ask me to front up with the co-pays!); will use the hour with her to get my head around all of this...

PS:   As above, so below, as within, so without... the macro reflects the micro and vice versa...

It's 11.30pm Pacific Time here in Seattle, and I am watching the New York Police Department completely destroy the OccupyWallStreet camp... pepper spraying, hurting, arresting protestors and trashing absolutely everything...

It seems to me to be synchronistic that I got those horrible, hurting, trashing documents tonight and that we are facing homelessness tomorrow, in the same manner as OccupyWallStreet - which is standing up to governmental and corporate abuse - is being attacked/evicted by police...

As a Facebook friend said: "the empathic principal in action... seems to me that the line being drawn is spreading like wildfire... much violence is up, which is the sign of weakness and fear...sigh"...