today has been an interesting day.  i’ve been feeling quite lazy (as have my dogs) lounging around in the shade and basking in the sun.  there isn’t a breeze to be found and i’m thirsty for a bit of cooler air.  the temp is 88 degrees but it feels like 100 in my house.  so what does that mean?   i’m cranky!  i tried to self-soothe by eating yet another pomegranate juice bar (anti-oxidant, right Aviva?) and it helped for a minute until i got the call.   it’s a call that’s not unlike a lot of the calls from her that i’ve been trying to avoid for a while.   i didn’t look (yes, I’m guilty of screening my calls) and answered it without bracing myself.  

here’s the history:  we’ve been friends for about 15 yrs.  6 kids (3 are step), 2 marriages, 1 divorce, 2 TRO’s, 3 boobjobs, 2 nosejobs, 1 pec implant (for her hubs), 1 calf implant (for her hubs), 3 trips to rehab for prescription drug addiction, 2 close family deaths, a bitchy pompous sister and a whole lotta drama wrapped up in a petite 97lb blonde slip of a woman. 

she’s whispering on the phone to me.  again, might i add.  her 13 yr old stepson has scared her shitless and she’s hiding in her bedroom closet after having barricaded herself in her room.  her husband is out of town, unaware of what’s happening…although he’s fully AWARE of what his kids/animals are capable of.  she’s been in her closet since 10 this morning (it’s 4:21 now) and she’s afraid that if she comes out of her room, the kid might “bash her head in” like he’s threatened numerous times before.   she tells me that she hasn’t called her husband because he’s at a conference and he doesn’t like to be bothered at work.  i’m more worried for her kids who are still somewhere in the house.   she says that she hears them playing so she “guesses that they are safe”. 

how the hell does one handle calls like this?   every 3 weeks or so, i get a call from her where she just soaks all the energy out of me.  i’m left feeling like i just gave birth to an elephant.  i tell her the same thing every time (talk to your husband, don’t let your husband leave you in the house with his kids alone, get some help, don’t let anyone make you feel like a prisoner in your own home, yadda yadda yadda) but it doesn’t seem to work.   i hope that just sharing the event with me helps her out but there’s gotta be more that can be done, right? 

ahhhh!!!!