Abuse, Sesame Place, and Moving

I just got off the phone with a girlfriend of mine and I’m reeling from the conversation. She has been going thru so much with her husband. They have been married for about 5 years and he’s only treated her well for about 5 minutes. He has beat her ass on numerous occasions and I can’t count how many times I’ve had late night phone calls with her crying over him. I can’t count the times I’ve put on my clothes and driven to her house to sit with her because she was scared. I can’t count how many conversations I’ve had with him where he wouldn’t even admit he put his hands on her. All he would say is he was stressed because he couldn’t find a job and take care of his family, or stressed because he other children’s mother keeps taking him to court for child support, or he was stressed because it’s been raining outside (no joke, he seriously said that). This morning I find out her daughter’s hair is falling out. She’s taken her to several doctors and a dermatologist and they can’t tell her what’s wrong. They all asked her was there any stress in the home or is she going thru any major changes in her life. This fool said no. Hello? No stress. They fight constantly and the last time I went over there both of the girls were sitting right at the kitchen table eating dinner and crying their eyes out. So I can’t begin to imagine how many times that little scenario has played out. If that isn’t stress what the hell is? I grew up in a house like that and by the time I was 12 I had an ulcer. If adults don’t think kids suffer from their stupidity they are sadly mistaken. I also found out this morning that he’s been gone for six days and she’s worried about him. What the fuck? You’re worried about him? The man that punches your lights out so much we call him the electric man? She should fall on her knees and pray he doesn’t come back. How stupid do you have to be? I think at this point she likes it. I think she would rather have negative attention then no attention at all. I experienced this kind of mess at an early age. My dad beat my mom’s ass one night and stabbed her in the head with a screwdriver. I wake up the next morning and go into their room and blood was everywhere. I mean everywhere. On the floor the walls the bed… it was horrible. She fell. Can you believe that shit? I find out a few months later after she fled to Texas what really happened. She came back. Six months later she’s fleeing from our house half naked trying to get away from him. Those are the two times that I know of. How many times did I not know about? The thing I try to impart to her is sometime the abuse spills over to the children. My dad beat our ass. We were punched and slapped and pushed all the time. How long before he starts putting his hands on their girls, if he hasn’t already? What I don’t understand is why this doesn’t make sense to her. Why does it seem like I’m speaking a foreign language to her. How can a reasonably smart woman let this shit happen? It’s not like she doesn’t have anything going for her. She’s got a good job, the house she’s in is in her name only, and her mom baby-sits her kids and helps her out so she has family support. Why doesn’t she leave him? She keeps saying that all she knows is abusive relationships because she grew up in that kind of house. She and I have been friends since the 9th grade and it’s no secret that her dad used to beat her mom’s ass. On the regular. Like he was getting paid to do it. But wouldn’t that make you want different for your children and yourself? It did for me. I keep trying to figure out the difference between us. We both came from abusive homes so why is that she will put up with that shit and I absolutely will not? I don’t know. What I do know is I’m done. I’m going to have to love her from a distance until she can love herself and her kids enough to leave him. I can’t help her anymore. She’s going to have to help herself and learn to stand on her own two feet. She’s going to have to decide when the last hit will be the last hit. Hopefully it won’t be to late.

On a less depressing note, we are taking our baby to Sesame Place next week. I am so excited. He’s going to have such a good time. I just hope it’s not too hot. I do not do well in the heat. I don’t care who you are; you can’t be cute when it’s 110 on the heat index. I think the melting point of cuteness, divaness, and sexiness is around 100 degrees. Either way we are going. There are water rides so I’ll just have to stay on them if it’s really hot. Right now my mission is getting in for free. My sister can get four free military passes to the park. She’s not going to use them and of course I don’t want them to go to waste so I’m trying to finesse the situation. I think the biggest problem will be me not having military i.d. You just reserve your tickets and when you get to the gate you have to show i.d. I’ll have to figure a way around that one cause free is definitely better than $40 a ticket.

Has anyone but me had mosquito bites that have lasted for like two weeks? I mean I got bit on the top of my foot almost two weeks ago and this thing is still itching. It’s starting to hurt and get all red and puffy. We must have some mutant alien mosquitoes in Delaware.

Anyway… I want to move my blog somewhere else or at least find a template that I like. When I started blogging I didn’t know all the options that where out there. So I picked a basic Blogger template and researched how to make rudimentary changes to it and that’s how I got the purple on the black. I don’t even like purple, I was just so proud of myself for being able to do that little bit, that I left it. Now I see other people’s blogs and they look so pretty and nice. Can someone take pity on me and please please please tell me how I can get a better template on Blogger or move to a site where the templates are nicer and more abundant? I would greatly appreciate it.