Many of you don’t know I started Sugar Bouffant as a career waitress so that I could own something nobody could take from me. I created just that, for 5 years I have brought joy and happiness to hundreds of families spinning up my happy sugary clouds of nostalgic joy to others in need of a smile. Behind the curtains, For 10 years- I have come home to a partner whom berates me, yells nonstop, charges at me, barricades me- the list goes on. A surprise to all, I’ve been so ashamed of the position I put myself in- and if you know anything about dealing with a narcissist personality and gaslighting- it is hard for me to explain why I’am still in this position. Since before the lockdown, my business was already struggling- but I had hopes of bringing it back to life and setting up my cart in front of my house to bring some happiness to others, while being a prisoner in my home. Missing others smile, you can’t be mad while being served cotton candy! It’s always brought me a sense of hope. While in Quarantine I’ve been separated from my teen son. I had chosen to take care of my compromised Great Aunt (86yrs old) and have stayed consistent with making her breakfasts and just bringing her joy in a lonely time also. That has now been put on hold. I’am currently a prisoner in my own home. My car has been blocked in, and am currently sleeping in the garage. My things are constantly being thrown around, and I’m reminded daily not to touch anything I didn’t purchase myself. Currently including food and essentials like tampons. So I’ve managed to go for walks to the gas station and get some water and snacks. Peanut butter sandwiches, for days! HA! My mental health is always being mocked- and am laughed down daily saying things like “ I don’t have to 51/50 you, you do it to yourself, Hahaha”— which is partly true, I’ve always struggled with depression, and have been admitted for multiple suicidal attempts. I have a canvas photo of my son and I, that I I’ve placed next to me in the garage for the sole purpose of reminding myself that I do have a purpose. His huge teddy bear stuffed animal, helps me feel less alone also. Somehow our photo- just tells me greater times are ahead. I’m creating this fundraiser for a safe exit. I’d rather funds be granted towards an alive Kat than a GoFundMe for my funeral. I’m not ready to leave my favorite people. For those whom have known, please be easy on me right now. The last thing I wanna hear is how selfish it is of me to not help others right now. I’m fucking broken right now. Respect that, please. Now is not the time for judgement. They say it takes 7 times to leave an abusive home.. and now is my time. I have absolutely nothing to lose. A far far move, just my cotton candy cart, and I. A fresh beginning, so that I can eventually have my own safe space for my son and I. If you live in OC/ LA area, I would love to give back with some of my organic cotton candy. I can’t access the cute cart in the trailer- but I can sure still make and bag it for you. Contactless curbside pickup- text me, and I can whip up your order. I’ve had enough. I refuse to let someone control my life and am on the mend for a positive new restart. I’ve always made sure to help others, because I knew I never wanted anyone to live a life like mine. Thank you for being a part of my journey- now let’s make the rest of 2020 slightly more hopeful. Also FUCK COVID-19. My heart hurts for all of the kids and adults whom do not have a healthy outlet to return to as well. All my tears. You I love, Kat Ps. Had to edit, since you all have been texting her. Stop giving her ammo to try and commit me to 51/50. The circus is over. Nobody is dying- I’m trying to LIVE. Also- so many have you said you feel safer with Venmo. I’am more than happy to exchange for curbside pickup cotton candy! @sugarbouffant ❤️