When I was in my early college years, I made this offer to a guy I was nuts about. He didn't take me up on the offer. Now, I'm in a good marriage. His sucks. I think I came out of that deal better.
Ouch. Yeah. But as a kid, I was too scared to call the police. Too afraid of letting the family secret out. After I left my first husband and had lived for six weeks with my two babies in a women's shelter, I wasn't so afraid any more. I worked at the county courthouse. On my lunch break, I was on my way to my car, along with a bunch of other employees. A man and his soon-to-be-ex-wife were fighting on their way to divorce court. He was getting pretty nasty. I was the only one to stop and ask if she needed help ... and call the police for her.
I love my counselor and am unbelievably grateful for her. I just wish I had a friend I could talk to that was as understanding.
Sometimes, I can't either. And it hurts.
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