A New Day In Kaster

A new day.

The woman at the register rung up my coffee with a smile and told me to have a good day. Good is all I was aiming for.

I woke up, slid on my favorite work blue jeans and favorite old tee. You would never know I was a buisness owner. It was a small buisness but it was mine. It had always been me behind the scenes. The money that started it. My long hours of begging for contracts to give us a chance. People willing to work with me, and over look that he was an ass. A talented ass thats work was a natural talent. Learned from old school hands, while suspended from school, weekends, and summers. I had to learn the buisness. He was raised in it. Auto body is good money. It is not a buisness you can just walk in and learn simply by opening the doors.

I never bragged about my parts. I was even okay with allowing my name to not be on the buisness. Until he proved I couldn't trust him and then I had to stand firm and demand what should have always been mine. I walked away and refused to return until the papers were amended and ownership was equal. The same as the work had always been. I didn't ask for more. I knew his talent brought in the clients. My office skills and personality kept them with us.

Today, the first day of learning to live again.

Small town gossip and small town loyalties.

Raising my sons in the aftermath of the chaos that surrounded us all.

They had suffered right along beside me. They would survive right along side of me. Or so I hope and pray.

Domestic violence is more than real. So is the illness that created it and that feeds it. You can't just pray it away. Prayers get you thru it. Prayers bring hope.

Driving down the road I looked around. Nothing has changed. Yet, everything has changed.

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