A Roommate

I decided I was just going to let things take their natural course.  The Husband wasn't going to be able to maintain this lie for long --eventually his real wife was going to want to be reunited and eventually The Girl was going to give birth to his child and the entire situation was going to get messy --er or um, messier --all on its own.  So what I decided to do was just let the entire thing run its natural course.

I talked to The Girl much less until we finally had no contact at all for several months . . . until one day out of the blue I got a call.  It was The Girl.  She was crying and upset and she asked if I could come get her. 

So let's back up.

Just like I suspected, The Husband eventually had to move out of military housing.  I do not remember how that all transpired; if he got caught or told his wife the truth or voluntarily gave up housing --I just don't remember but he did give up his family housing and he and The Girl got an apartment together off post.

The Girl called me because she didn't know who else to turn to.  She asked if I could come pick her up and said, "I can't stay here any more."  I tell you, I wanted to help The Girl but on the other hand, I wasn't too sure how safe it was for me to go get her.  I mean, both of us were well into our pregnancies and I knew this guy, The Ex-Husband or whatever his current marital status was . . .I knew he was abusive and if he was out of control to the point The Girl needed to get out, I wasn't exactly sure what I'd find if I went there.  She assured me he wasn't home at the time and she needed to get out before he came back.

So against my (now) better judgment, I went to pick up The Girl.  I quickly helped her get some personal things together and then we left, no note or explanation to her boyfriend.  I took her to my apartment and told her she could stay with me but it was upon a few conditions:

1.  I knew what a miserable existence living in the barracks was while pregnant so I told her she needed to find her own apartment or place to live off post.

2.  She was to contact her boyfriend's commander and inform him of the situation (the Army doesn't take a liking too well to cheaters and abusers).

3.  She was to refrain from ANY contact whatsoever with her boyfriend and only contact him through his unit or attorney.

4.  If he came around or contacted her in ANY manner she was to call the police immediately.

5.  She was under no circumstances to tell her boyfriend where she was, give out my address, etc.

She agreed to all of it.  And thus, I now lived in a crappy 1-bedroom apartment with my big pregnant belly and another soldier that also had a big pregnant belly.