What Keeps Us Going?

For many having something to do every day helps us define who we are to other people. By not allowing me to work Darlene striped me of my identity.

My self-esteem was in the crapper. But after I left for civilization I felt much better. I started working again. I am not taking well to the graveyard shift but it is a job. Now I am setting goals to rent a room closer to work.

In the meantime, I have enjoyed getting to know my new family. Today is Thanksgiving and I enjoyed dinner with the largest exstended family I have ever known.

I have been building a fictional caractor named Bail Tempist. But it was put on hold by moving in with Darlene. However Darlene and Kansa both contribute to the caractoristics of an Antagonist, named Sonya Write.

What keeps me going without Kansa is hope for the future. Darlene killed that Hope, now is my chance to get it back.

Freedom has value

So many think that domestic violence is only a crime against women. Well I am here to tell you the rest of the story.

For the past 8 months I was trapped in the subberb of hell known as Estancia, OR. I was not allowed to get a job and I had to ask permission to go anywhere. The person I was living with would scream at me for even the smallest thing. I was in Hell. Broken bones and cracked teeth served as proof that I would not hit a woman. I stayed because I felt I had no where to go. She was the cause of my loosing my job and my apartment in the first place. But friends told me that they would take me in.

It took me three days to find a job in Vancouver and I am much happier now. I am going to church again which was another thing my warden would not let me do and I am at peace with my choosing to leave. I had to make an excuse to leave the house to make my escape with only the clothing on my person. 

Hope, the dog I took with me would not leave my side and I could not take her with me. So I had to tie her up on a fence and go my separate way. I found out later that Hope made her way back to Darlene, I was hoping a homeless person would take her. She would have been better off.

Now I am staying with people who care about me and am working towards finding my own place. I have my life back thanks to friends and God’s grace. I am free!

But freedom comes at a price. I was not able to leave with the things I needed to rebuild my life, so I had to replace my Social Security Card and other things that I was not thinking about when I left.

The night before I left I arranged for my father to pick me up. I only needed to get out. A feeling of peace came over me once my decision to leave was made. All of the problems of the past 8 months just disappeared.

I would no longer be isolated from the world like a POW. I did that already, my mission was to find a means of escape and follow through with the plan. I needed an excuse to leave the house that can only be described as a prison.

So I took the dog for a walk. I waited for a bus to get out of Hell and into something resembling civilization. From there I would make a choice. But what ever I was going to do, I could not take Hope with me. I had to tie her to a fence so the dog would not fallow me.

Our First Sunday In Our New Home

Saint Ann’s is one of the most beautiful churches on the island of apples. Located on Dawson Street near Trinty Collage, it seemed like my Catholic roots were calling to me as her bells rang for morning prayer. 

Kansa was still a sleep and the clock read 5:00 I could not call Faith to give me a ride in it was just too early. I went down to the pub and to keep recognized me. 

“Dr. Antolic, are you needing a lift?” He asked as he took down chairs for the day.

“If you could manage it, that would be wonderful.”

“Not a problem, my name is Glenn, Faith is my sister. My bike is outside, here is a helmet. Where am I taking you?”

“Saint Ann’s and Thanks.” The two of us drove off and I main it to morning prayer for the first time in a decade.

In the meantime Kansa woke up and went down to the pub asking if anyone had seen me.

“Top of the Morn to ya Mis Kansa, your husband woke up with the bells and Glenn took him down to Saint Ann’s they will be back soon. Morning prayer is a long standing tradition.” Faith told Kansa as she counted the till.

“My brother Glenn is a fan of your husband’s show. I have never seen it myself but he come highly recommended as a teacher. I am looking forward to September when classes start.

“Thank you, I am sure Tony would like to know that.” Kansa told Faith as the to of them sat down to breakfast. State side Kansa never ate breakfasts but She did not want to offend our hosts.

“You are going house hunting after church, is that corect?”

“No Faith we honor the Sabbath, however we may go for a walk and if something catches my eye, Tony will stop.” The two women laughed.

Meanwhile I got caght up with some old friends and lost track of the time, talking about Antolic Enterprises and what we do or did. I still don’t know if I will have time for much in this new chapter of our lives onces school gets started.

“So your a book publisher now?” Mike a tall slender man, who shared more than one class with me in my youth, enquired.

“Not so much. More of a jack of all trades. I was working in a lumber mill before we moved her.

” I know you.” Sad a burly man sitting in a dark corrner. “You are Dr. Antolic from Anarchy Empowered. I love that show. You are more entertaining than Anonymous.” The big man slapped me on my back.and ordered a drink for me.

“Thank you, but I really must be going. The wife and I are looking to buy a house.” 

“Yes, and I am his ride. We will be back tomorrow.”

“If you are looking to make an offer,” the big guy who called himself Jack stoped me. “My wife wants to move into the city, it is not much but you would never be gome anyway. What do you say? At least take a look.” 

I agreed and Glenn went to fetch Kansa and Faith. Faith drove us to the farm. It was run down but everything I ever wanted.

By the way Trump was right.