Hey, Y’all! It’s been a while. So sorry. I promise to get better at this. 🙂
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I’ve always thought the most beautiful part of the day was sunset. Today has changed my mind. I’ll always see sunset as an amazingly beautiful feature of nature, but dawn has become my new favorite. Something about the new day bringing a renewed hope for all of life. I’m full of gratitude when I see the dawn as an opportunity to start over. And we get a do-over every single day.
It’s been a week since Kent was arrested. Kate and I are still staying with the boys. She’s gone through the process of getting the insurance claims filed to fix the house. Somehow, though, we just don’t feel safe going home. Cameron and Kate have been spending an inordinate amount of time together in his room. He hardly goes to work, and she’s out of a job.
She quit as soon as she recovered from the attack. There’s a nagging in the back of my mind that says she should be able to file suit against the company she was working for. She followed the process and told them about the harassment from Kent. They said they were investigating, but did nothing. I’m sure if she did file a suit, they would cover by producing paperwork that shows they were working it.
It doesn’t matter. Kate doesn’t want anything else to do with that company. She’s been looking for work, but the job market has slim pickings. I’m sure something will pan out for her.
Justin is taking me to meet his friend who is a lawyer. He’s going to help me with my case. Justin is certain that there won’t be any charges filed against me. The history between Kent and I should help me get some kind of temporary insanity if it comes down to it. I don’t know how all that works, but it seems logical. It’s overwhelming to think Kent could still affect my life after all that’s happened.
I have been uncharacteristically clingy with Justin, too. I can’t sit still in the house unless he’s right there with me. Often times, I’m waking up with nightmares. New nightmares. Ones where Kent hurts or kills Justin. All they do is make me more dependent on Justin, and I cling to him to know he’s okay. That we’re okay. I hate that I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet.