Update...

We're not getting sued again.  Yet.
But for now, not.
That's the important part: not right now.
Not right now.
I got a package from a friend yesterday, and the door tag from FedEx was for that package.
Jesus, I'm fucking broken.
But thankful that we're not being sued again.
Today, between 5:40 and 9:50, my chest hurt, I was nauseous, thought I was going to vomit, my stomach felt like it had sharp pieces of broken glass in it, my shoulders had electric shocks going through them, hands were sweaty and cold and hot, the back of my neck was pulling my skull into my shoulders.  I couldn't relax.
But I'm starting to now.
Jesus, I'm so fucking broken.
I just need to be put down.