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An attempt at normalcy

In an attempt to feel like a part of the outside world, I went out today and ran some errands.  I did my hair and make-up and went to the shops.  I bought some flowers just because and walked around the cloths shops looking for something I could wear with my baby bump, but didn't find anything.  I swear this town doesn't have one maternity shop.
On my way home I ran into my personal trainer and the only person I would consider a friend in this country.  He hasn't seen me in a while and couldn't stop looking at my belly.  I had to say 'You just can't take your eyes off of it can you?'  He said no, it's just too weird!  We stood in the parking lot and talked for a few minutes and promised we'd have lunch soon.  It almost felt normal - like I have a life outside this house and it made me feel better.
When I got home, the police came to my door asking questions about my neighbor.  She apparently got out of her abusive marriage and is being harassed by the husband.  The police are going to all the neighbors to try and get statements.  I didn't want to get involved.  I mean after all - the woman and her children drive me crazy on a daily basis, but I know what she's going through and gave a statement anyway.
Her roommate came and knocked a little while later to explain the situation.  They met at a battered woman's refuge and moved in together to support each other through it.  I almost felt guilty.  It's them and 4 kids over there just trying to get by.  No wonder the kids have behaviour problems.  No wonder there's always a lot of yelling.  It doesn't make it right though.  Kids should have it better than that.  I still let her know I've been there myself and if they're ever in trouble to let us know.  The walls are so thin it wouldn't take much...


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