"I don't care what the solicitor says, I'm not having my kids come into contact with that slut."
Bev had not heard her friend use such strong language before. "But Liz, if you don't agree contact, then the court could order something that's even worse." She counselled.
"I'm not agreeing to any court order that means the kids have to see her."
"What if the court makes such an order anyway?"
"I wouldn't comply with it."
"But you could go to prison... couldn't you?"
"I don't care. I'd rather go to prison than force my kids to see her." Liz replied, then burst into tears.
Bev gave Liz a cuddle, and waited for the tears to pass. When her friend had composed herself, she asked: "What about this mediation thing that your solicitor suggests? Sounds like quite a good idea to me."
"I'm not sure. I don't want to be in the same room as Brian. What if he got violent again?"
"But the mediator wouldn't let him."
Liz looked sceptical. "You know Brian's a big bloke." She said. "The mediator might not be able to stop him. Anyway, even if he doesn't get violent, Brian will still try to bully me into agreeing to what he wants."
Bev wasn't sure about that. "Look," she said, "why don't you at least give mediation a try? Your solicitor says you can pull out at any time if you don't like it. Besides, Brian probably won't agree to it anyway."
Liz thought for a moment. "OK." She replied, with some reluctance.