Can life be crazier?

I should have learned my lesson by now about asking if life can get crazier, can get any worse etc. as the powers that be in this universe tend to show me it certainly can. Shit fairies reign supreme in my life.

I now have a second job. That means 8 hours at one and as much time as I can spend with what's left in the day at the other but the money is coming in handy right now. My son is still jobless and in still another relapse as stress really affects his MS. I've not only been busy with 2 jobs but also trying to figure out available resources to help him in his situation. It just seems like a huge circle with one agency referring us to another and to yet another until you end up back where you started. I told him my motto is one minute at a time. It's tough to rationalize when one is in such a mess. He was too young to remember much of the stress that I suffered as a result of his father. 13 years ago my ex decided to tell the world he was gay by molesting a 15 year old and consequently and rightly spending 5 years in prison. Try explaining that to 3 children. It was a nightmare to say the least. I was left to support the 3 of them with no job at the time and only about $30,000 in savings. I was living in a foreign country with no family but thankfully a couple of friends. I thought I was going to be living in poverty and homeless with three children in no time. I quickly found a job making $10 an hour which kept us going but it was by no means easy. In my travels I found something written by another woman who had gone through some serious stress and although it was different, I could relate to what she said. I will have to see if I can find it and post it. She talked about taking each day 1 minute at a time and there were many days I could only manage one minute at a time. I don't remember much of the two or three years that followed. I just went in to survival mode and functioned there as best I could. I did what most women do, we survive when the going gets tough. If I thought beyond one minute, it became too overwhelming. I do remember the phone call. My ex was working back in the States at the time and I was still living in Canada with my kids. I was in the middle of a nap as the kids were at school and we had a busy evening ahead. The phone rang, it was his boss asking me if there was anything he could do. I was clueless as to what he was talking about. After him talking in circles for about 5 minutes and asking me if I had talked to my ex, he spit out that the police had come to work and arrested him on child molestation charges. I was speechless and numb. I didn't know what to say. My ex had not phoned me. He lived in denial for months before his trial. He thought it would all blow over. Denied ever doing it (we learned later in his confession that he was guilty of all) and said he'd be home in a few months. It was a crazy bizarre time in all of our lives and still haunts us. I will tell more of that later. I could write a book on those years and may do that here as things pop in to my head. The point is, I'm trying to get my son to that place of one day at a time. Right now we're just working on finding any kind of financial help we can to get him through this time. Hopefully he'll have better luck at the next job. Every job he has taken, except his first job at 7-11, has let him go because of his illness and the time he spends home sick because of his relapses. I still kudos to 7-11. They stood by him and supported him through every relapse he had while there. He is considering going back there for the time being at least. We need to sort his education and see if we can get him some IT certifications to help him along as well. It's just so tough with an illness that keeps him down so much of the time. He may just have to pack it in and head back here to the US where he has a home with me and no pressure. It's tough to swallow when you're 24 and don't want to live at home with mommy anymore.

Tomorrow is another day.