Something very very disturbing when we got home and found a message from my dear friend. She is one of my best friends I have known for almost the whole time since we moved to Michigan. We don't talk to much about her husband and her family, but we got along really well. Nadia plays with her daughter, religiously. Nuff said. Life has been very overwhelming since we got back, unpacking 5 big luggages, got really bad bugs which made you feel so blue for the first 5 days of us being home (just today I feel so much better and went outside the house). I talked to her finally on the phone but couldn't talk to much because Aidan asked to be nursed. She usually is very good with emails, but she also got so overwhelmed with emails and phone calls.

I feel so sick thinking what had happened with her and her daughter. I love her dearly and I was angry and mad knowing that this thing happened 2 days after we left and I was not there for her when she needed help. The whole thing is still a mistery, thanks to Sue, I found her post about what her feeling about this whole darn thing. I felt the same thing, and I should post it out in my own blog to tell my dear friend, how much I think about her and how much I wish I could made her feel like brand new, without any scars in her heart, which is impossible.

Her husband beat her up in the garage in front of her daughter, unconcious and bleeding. One thing is unacceptable, I really can't stand men who beat up women!

Here is Sue's post (PS : Sue, I hope it is okay to post your feeling in my blog)
"I met with a friend who was struggling in her relationship with her husband–we commiserated about the pain of the relationship and the problems therein, and she confronted him about his destructive behaviour a few days later. Then I got a note from her that he had thrown her out, followed her and her daughter out to the parking garage of their building, and beat the crap out of her. I was so scared for her; her daughter’s screams are what got people to call the police and ultimately got my friend’s attacker (at this point, it’s hard to recognize that he had a formal place in her life with a title for him) to stop beating her. She had bruises and got a host of stitches and he was carted off to jail. He was charged with felony assault (unheard of in domestic violence situations), and she is now safely away from him. The really weird thing is that I had this inkling in my heart when we met together that I should ask her if he had ever tried to hurt her. But I second-guessed myself and decided against the question; looking at her and seeing her confidence, physical strength (she’s a tennis pro), and agility, I read her as never putting up with that sort of crap. I was wrong. And honestly, I don’t think I’ll doubt my intuition again. It’s normally correct, and I ignored it. I don’t think that I could have prevented her attack if I’d asked, but it definitely would have given me fodder for discussion and prayer.

Regardless, about 15 people showed up at her apartment this week and packed her up and moved her out. I was so glad that so many (women and men) showed up and packed, hoisted, lifted, schlepped, and unloaded things for her. It was physically tiring, for sure–working in a hot apartment with all that emotion and all those people is bound to wear you out. But it was emotionally draining as well, and I didn’t expect that. I found myself just wanting to sit down and cry when it was all over. I had a friend who volunteered to watch Brendan for me, and I didn’t really have the opportunity to “let down” when the moving was done and I found myself crying as I fell asleep that night. Being hot and tired is one thing, but facing the destruction of a relationship through something as destructive as violence and pornography (the reason their relationship was our point of discussion intially) and knowing what her daughter experienced and the fear she was living with hit me full-force that night."