At this point it was obvious we needed to do something. Here's what I wrote:
I emailed Jordan's therapist because damn we need help. We're thinking maybe someone else would be better, but the thought of starting all over again... Ugh. I don't know how or where to start, and I don't want to do this again. It's crap.
Do you know how impossibly hard it is to try to find someone good enough, fair enough, smart enough, sensitive enough, caring enough, experienced enough, level-headed enough, and honest enough, so that a mom feels comfortable entrusting her child's entire being to their care?
Oh, it's frickin hard.