I love my friends. Dearly. But I don't know what to do.
She never used to be like this. She would occasionally yell at the kids for something. But not like now. It's like every single thing they do wrong, she's in their face. It's progressed to nearly beating the children. She might be. I don't know. I've never seen it. All I hear is their crying. And it's horrifying to me.
As a victim, I want to run away. How do I stop her and ask her what she's doing? There are three professions that are mandatory reporters of abuse: education, medical, and legal. One of my new friends is a mandatory reporter. Last night she called the police because she was concerned. She had no choice, otherwise she could get her license taken away. The cop came, and left. I don't know what happened.
I can't get away from abuse. It follows me, haunts me wherever I go.
I need to move out.
If I move out, I need to buy a lot of things...here's some of them:
microwave
vaccuum cleaner
coffee table
plates, bowls
cooking utensils
dining room table and chairs
pots and pans
coffee pot
I can afford to live on my own, in a one bedroom apartment, but all this once would be too much. Maybe I should wait until I get my tax return.
I don't know what to do.
