I think what you're having is growing pains. And you deserve to wear a badge celebrating it.
You were both born into families that let you down. The two of you have struggled with all of it. But at the end of the day, who's still standing tall and proud? Who cut the toxins out of their lives and created a safe family for their own children? Who is working their butts off to change the family dynamic and make life better for their own kids? Who is setting an example of how to be an adult and how not to allow negativity to destroy them?
As for friends, maybe this isn't a time for you to make new friends. Maybe this is a time for you to get used to being the new you. Stay in touch with your good friends and just let your little family be all you need for now. And, of course, consider that you might be all they need for the time being.
These feelings will subside and your life will change a kazillion times before it's over so maybe just think of this lull as your healing time, preparing you for the next steps. You know all those catchy phrases about not being at the dock when your ship comes in or other corny stuff but the message is the same: don't be distracted by other stuff and miss the invitation to the ball when it comes.
I don't have any advice about overcoming the legal stuff or putting up with them sending investigators to your house but you know what the truth is and what's best for your Mom so let the rest just roll off your back.
So, what's next? I say you start taking piano lessons. Or join the local theater group. OR, and this is my favorite, you and the 3 yr. old start visiting local nursing homes. Do crafts with them, sing songs with them, whatever their activities are. And even better, maybe your Mom would like to go as well?
All that said, I do understand the paralysis that comes with the sadness and I admit I'm still paralyzed. I have so many household projects to complete and just can't bring myself to address them. I recently found out that I do indeed have ADHD and it's so much more involved than I ever realized and that has helped me to quit beating myself up so much. But I still can't quite put myself out there into society. If you lived nearby, we could do it together - find our new us, the ones with small but great families, the ones who have so much to offer but spent years offering it to the wrong people and are having trouble arranging all this in our brains because the overwhelming sadness gets in the way.
[This message edited by josiep at 3:29 PM, Saturday, January 14th]
BW, was 67; now 74; M 45 yrs., T 49 yrs.DDay#1, 1982; DDay#2, May, 2017. D July, 2017