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how-to-spot-a-decent guy-dar was broken and I had no control over my thoughts. So no, it was best that I go and begin my ‘me’ day without any distractions from a guy with big feet in a coffee shop. I had a full day planned with shopping and lingering in and out of stores alone. I seriously could not wait to walk the halls of the mall mindless. It was something I so seldom get the chance to do anymore. And today I needed mindless wandering to get my mind off my Bestie. My eyes began tearing at the thought of her again. How could she not know how beautiful she is? Doesn’t she know she’s worthy? She deserves to be someone’s forever Bride, not someone’s punching bag! How could someone hurt someone so beautiful? Not to mention when they promised to love, honor, and cherish them till death they do part. Hmm. I was beginning to not like the words of my own thoughts.
                  My afternoon went by quickly and my evening settled in without any surprises, any rain, and without Sofie stopping by of course. Although I knew she wouldn’t be coming back today, I still hoped she would have changed her mind. I wanted to talk more, hang out, and spend as much time with her as I could. I wanted to be selfish too and have her all to myself, but I knew I couldn’t. I was finally feeling I could make a difference, maybe say something that would resonate with her, help her get out of the mess she was in. But I knew I couldn’t do that either without her here.
                  One, Sofie wasn’t ready to hear anything negative like that. She still defended him even though she said she needed to leave him I’m betting he doesn’t know the real reason she is here. I bet she is afraid of the I told ya sos and the shame of it all. I’m sure the shame alone and the burden she bore with it all these years was overwhelming. I just couldn’t imagine how she could allow him to do this to her. Yes, I said allow even though in my mind I knew she had no choice. Sofie wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight him off or hit him back hard enough for it to matter. Of course, I thought about several choice things she could have done like grabbing a handful of his balls and dropping to her knees; Awaken him with a twenty-two right between his eyes; call the police. None of these I’m sure would have worked if I was in her shoes with three little babies at my feet. Where were they? I wondered. Where were they when all of this was going on? The horror of them witnessing such a thing sent chills up my spine.
                  My mind was full of questions. Questions I wanted answers to now that she wasn’t here to answer them. When she shared with me all she had been going through I was just mortified. All I could do was cry with her. I had no words, just prayers. Now as I sit here and think of it all it makes me angry. That’s what a mindless shopping day does to you. It makes you think. And I have run every scenario in my head trying to get her out of my head and not think about it. I concluded that unless you have been in that situation, you just don’t know what you would do. Now she’s home where she belongs but what now? How long will she be here? Will she go back home to Chicago? Will she forgive him again? What about the babies? Are they okay? Does he abuse them too? I didn’t have any answers.
                  After changing into my lounging pants I poured myself a glass of the fine wine I had snatched from the little man. It was surprisingly good. I wondered if he knew he had great taste in wine. I sat in front of my computer and checked all the dating sites I had grudgingly signed myself up for to get my thoughts off Sofie for a moment. Nothing of interest appeared. I scanned back again over the guys on my favorite site just to see if there were any messages or anyone new on there too. Of course there were none and no one worth mentioning. Before I could log off a little message