It's been awhile since I wrote a blog and last one was sort of a bitch, this one is alittle more personnal, and for the parents out there....................probally will make your stomach turn.
Let me start this out by saying I don't claim to be the 1# dad in the world, but love my son then life it self and would do anything to prove it. Now as I mentioned the big number (45) its for a reason............. that was how many days I was in under investigation for child abuse and neglect tords my son..........and now the day when this title is stripped off my record completely, and are now officially Fraudulent . I will go into my story now.
2 months ago my wife did a typical female thing and got scared by a spider and broke her ankle off one step. She has Lupus and has taken Predisone for so many years that it just didn't break, it shattered in three places. Google side affects for Predisone and you'll understand what it does to bone density. From then on my wife was pretty much Inmoble to do anything by herself. So for those 2 rough months I became Mr. Mom, Caretaker, nurse.ect..... but did what I had to do. I moved the bed down stairs and pretty much set up a bedroom in our down stairs living room for her so she could at least try to get around when need be and I was gone.
Thats when alot of neighbors wanted to help out, and they did..... Because I was in the Staff Acadamy for the Marine Corps, it was hard enough with dealing with that and playing the roles that were forced on me, but I did what I could. Our next door nieghbor helped greatly in the endevour as well cleaning and making meals when I was gone during the day bettering my Carear and life in the military. I finnally graduated and everything seemed great and I took a break for once and didn't do shit for 3 days litterally and I admit it. I let the house get dirty, dishes piled up.ect. But at the time it felt good not to do shit. Then everything went south...........CPS, Military Criminal Investigation Division, and social services were called ANONYMISSLY to my house at that exact time.......
Long story short, I was investigated.... The Neighbors boycotted me, my command didn't even take my side and assumed I was wrong anyway.....and my world turned to shit in a heartbeat. 3 weeks of pure hell.....................! But fact is overall I fought more my family and did everything I was supposed to and had nothing to hide tords the investigaters or anyone else.
After weeks of hell and my word being turned upside down all cases of neglect and child abuse were dropped and deamed fraudulent. Since that was the case, the file became open..........Guess what I found out? The one person we cared and actually love as a sister helping us out was the one that made the phone call..........Mrs. Bible preaching, care for thy neighbor cunt bitch! Well you were wrong and through all the evil, revenge seeking thoughts I had...........I'm not doing nothing. Fact is in one month, I'm moving back to California and gonna start fresh, a new life again.. and then another deployment but goes with the job....
I hope you dont go through the sickening feeling I went through nore would I anyone, I hope noone has to bear going through the shit I had to go through. I wanted revenge more than anything.........but I look down at my son as he does his smile/ "Diiidy" to me and doing nothing is worth it. FACT IS BITCH YOU FUCKING LOST! I CANT HELP YOUR JELOUS YOU CUNT, BECAUSE YOUR HUSBAND DOESN'T EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO YOU AND YOU SEE SOMEONE LESS FORTUNATE WITH A MAN WHO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIS FAMILY AND YOUR CANT EVEN FACE ME FACE TO FACE. FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOU WANNABEE CHRISTIAN NEIGHBORHOOD GROUP. I HOPE THAT YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF TO GOD ON "WHY" YOU TRY'D TO FUCK A GOOD FAMILY YOU COWARD. FUCK YOU, FUCK ALL THE GOSSIP SHIT TALKING NEIGHBORS, AND FUCK THE PUSSY OFFICERS AND STAFF WHO BLAMED ME FOR BEINGWRON WITHOUT THE FACTS IN MY COMMAND!
Sorry for the all caps but I was really yelling............ That is the reason why I've been silent to alot of users and it's over.
thank you for reading