The first thing Fiona could think of was to ask Stavroulla for help.

- Now tell me everything, Fiona. What exactly happened?
- You know that we have been fighting a lot. Even from the beginning. But the last year it has become worse. Much worse. He have hit me before, but now I'm starting to become really afraid. Last night he pushed me over the kitchen table, and, and, and... Oh this is so embarrassing!

- Let me see that eye! My darling Fiona. That injury did not come from a fall over the kitchen table. He hit you didn't he? Real hard?
- Yes.
- You have no reason to be embarrassed. What he did is a criminal act. But first of all let us get you to a safe place.

Stavroulla made some phone calls, gave Fiona an address and put her and the kids in a taxi.
- I know these people. They will take good care of you. Most of the women there have a similar story like yours. Or even worse. They will all understand.

From the outside the shelter looked like a ordinary house, almost like a real home. It used to be a B&B, but was turned in to a safe-house for women ten years ago.

Inside it was cozy enough, and Stavroulla made sure that they all settled in nicely.

Their room was a bit cramped, but Fiona had a good nights sleep. The first one for a long time.

After a while they all found new friends, some to become friends for life. Fiona especially appreciated how everybody helped each other, and didn't mind when little Nora called all the women in the house for Mummy (!). Actually she thought it was kind of sweet, and loved the fact that both her kids were safe and happy.

Parallel, Fiona was seeing a lawyer. She filed for divorce of course, but she also got temporary restraining order and Niels could only see the kids under the supervision for the first year. Legally the most complicated turned out to be the right to stay in their old house.

- We will get there, Ms Ramberg the lawyer assured her, but it will take some time, and then there is the economical side of course. Even if you get the priority of the house, you will need to pay Niels out. If you can't get an agreement with your bank, you could apply for a guarantee through the MAF-foundation.
- MAF-foundation?
- Mother and feminist foundation! They will help you out.

And that just what happened. Eight months after they left in a taxi, they moved back in at the blue house by the sea.

Unfortunately, it was not the end of all problems. The truth was that Fiona felt unsafe and alone in the house. And even worse, Fionas anxiety also transferred to the kids, and made them more uneasy, obstinate and difficult. She had a hard time as a mother, and as herself.

Fiona turned once again to comfort eating and the problems with that was obvious. She couldn't find clothes to fit her, she was easily tired and her blood pressure were rising. And her anxiety become worse, not better. She tried to diet, but usually gave up after a week or so.

It all peaked when they had a break in. Fiona thought she might have a heart attack when the alarm got off, and when the police drove off with the thief, she was still in a panic state.

After walking around all night unable to sleep, she went to bed after sending the kids to school and day care.
- The truth is I have to do something. Who will take care of the girls if I get hospitalized? I have to do it, nobody else, but I will need help.

The very next day Fiona asked Stavroulla for the number to a good psychologist..
And few days later she had her first session with Ingrid Bogen.
- The thing is I'm still afraid. And it's not logical. It's like a heavy stone in my stomach, and I don't know why! And the eating of course. I'm not stupid, I know it's not normal to eat like I do.
- I think it's all connected, and interconnected and tangled. But we will sort it all out, step by step. Maybe you could start with telling me a bit about your childhood?

- Oh my childhood! Fiona sighed. How many years do we have? My childhood was not so happy. My parents were either lovebirds or in bitter fights. They were so absorbed in each other. I can remember a few happy moments, but most of the time I felt invisible and unwanted.

- If it hadn't been for my auntie Angela my whole childhood would have been a nightmare.

- We will talk more about this in the weeks to come Fiona, but as for the next few days I have some homework for you. At least once a day you must do something fun and silly. Alone, or with your kids.
- Fun and silly?
- Yes. The sillier the better. Be as childish as you can!

Fun and silly felt great!

- This is me! Fiona said to herself as she was making a silly snow angel. This is me lying here in the snow, being silly. Feeling a moment of happiness. This is me! Happy Fiona! Hellooooo!!! Hahaha! I can't stop laughing! Hahahaha!