agree with what you are doing, but heck, over the years Iâm sure there are a lot of things youâve done that I havenât agreed with. Iâm sure there are a lot of things Iâve done that you havenât agreed with.â Norman exhaled. âHeck, I know for a fact there are because you donât hesitate to let me know. Still, just because I donât agree with some of your choices doesnât mean Iâm not going to be there for you. Like I said, Paige, Iâm your friend. Friends donât abandon friends in their time of need. I was called to be your friend, not your judge. What donât you get about that?â
Paige could tell from Normanâs tone that he was almost offended that she perhaps doubted his friendship to her. âIâm sorry, Norman.â She shook her head as if her scrambled thoughts might happen to fall into order with a shake or two of the head. âI donât mean to question your friendship. But right now Iâm questioning life. Not just the life of this baby, but my own life.â Paige pounded her flat hand against her chest. âFor a split secondââshe snapped her fingerââI thought about taking my own life. Thatâs serious.â Her eyes watered.
âThis is all serious. I get that,â Norman assured her.
âAnd you know what changed my mind about taking a knife and cutting my wrist? The fact that Iâd guarantee myself a ticket to hell for committing suicide. But see, if I just take out this baby, I reasoned with myself, I could repent, receive Godâs forgiveness and have some kind of chance at getting into heaven. Is that sick or what?â
âNo, itâs actually valid reasoning. And at the same time, itâs selfish.â
âOf course itâs selfish, but donât I have the right to be selfish for once in my life? All the crap Iâve been through? I was in an abusive relationship, my so-called best friend slââ
âSlept with my husband,â Norman cut her off and began mocking her. âYou were raped. Your mother didnât give you the attention and love you deserved growing up,â Norman said. âIs that your story? Is that who you are going to be for the rest of your life? Is that what is going to define you? If so, I donât know, Paige. Maybe Iâm not the friend you need in your life.â
âWell, maybe youâre not!â Paige spat as she stood to her feet. âA friend understands and sympathizes whenââ
âAnd thatâs just what youâre looking for isnât it? Sympathy. Well, if you donât mind, Iâd like the pleasure of being honest for once. Or âkeeping it real.ââ Norman used quotation marks for his last statement. âPaige, I truly understand all that you have been through in your life and you donât deserve not one ounce of the pain youâve endured either physically or mentally. But what I donât want to see you do is use that pain as an excuse or as an attention seeker.â
âWhat, come again?â Paigeâs bottom lip began to tremble in anger at Normanâs words.
âSo many people use their pain as a means to get people to feel sorry for them because when someone feels sorry for you itâs a form of attention. I can think of so many other things about you that are attention getters. Positive things. Donât let the negative things that have happened to you in your life be who you are. Thatâs not a person I would want to be friends with, Paige. And neither would you if the shoe were on the other foot.â
âIf the shoe were on the other foot Iâd . . . Iâd . . .â This was the moment of truth for Paige. Either she was going to face her truth or get mad at Norman for telling the truth. âIâd want a friend like you to tell me the truth and not just what I want to hear.â There; sheâd relented.