That is how long I allowed myself to feel defeated, worn out and hopeless.
The court decision was that I can relocate DS back to Melbourne and now his father intends to apply to appeal and to stop the current orders from being effective.
Before hearing the news of the intention to appeal, I had gone and spent some time with counselor number 12 at the counselors insistence. I bought him up to speed on where things were at. He then took me through his last session with him. Apparently he is a battered husband, that I would deprive him of food, making him live in hunger; that I am a terrorist in his life. I have heard all these things before so no surprises really.
So what now?
I will dispute his application to appeal and the request to stop the current orders. Best outcome we still return to Melbourne has planned and our tickets are booked and paid for. If I can't leave yet I have a plan B.
How do I feel?
Tired. I just want a big deep hot bubble bath that will wash all of this away. To step out and for life to be the way it should be.
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