Drought

Sorry to bum out all of my faithful readers, but I am really feeling down lately. Maybe it could have something to do with my world as I know it caving in on me this week. And the whole issue is something I absolutely can't write about, not here. I can only say it involves a huge, drawn out, overly emotional, and extremely stressful custody battle over my fifteen year old stepson. One could describe it as an emotional rollercoaster, except, this one seems to only be going down--at terminal velocity.Because of this proceeding, we currently have strangers pawing through our lives, prying open all the cracks. I don't feel hopeful. I don't feel much at all. Just drained, worn out, used up. Everyone is showing the strain; we all have short fuses, even the Fellers, poor babes. Now there is only the waiting, the eternal, endless, skin crawling waiting for the final hearing in a couple weeks. We could use a dash of good luck right about now; unfortunately, there appears to be a drought of luck here at Abode McBoudica.