My anger & My pain, so why are you pissed off at me???

I sighed as I started to write this morning… My boys are pissed off at me and not talking to me and now it seems the same with my step daughter… people not willing to own their behavior…

What happened to this being my journey, are their lives so fucked up or so filled with guilt, that I need to be their target???

And people wonder why I am hesitant to live near or close to anyone I know…

When I started writing this blog and there are a couple of people following that have seen the blog from the beginning and those few know I had to delete my blog, because Peggy threatened me… this was only 2 months after I got my memories back…

Peggy went out of her way to make THIS blog about her, even though she never lived what I lived, no, she participated in the violence, if not directly she did it through her “child of god bull shit”…

Now I know what my kids, all 3 experienced before they left home, even the stupid and illegal stuff they did and I know quite a bit about their adult lives, though they don’t think I know anything…

Yet all of them, Peggy and the kids have tried to make this about them, so riddle me this…

Were you even fucking born when I got my first brain injury???

Than how can any of this story be about anyone else…. But me???

I am so over wearing the scars of all of them and mine are invisible…

Last night was a night of toss and turn as the nightmares of Texas come flooding in… so much of that time period is still veiled in darkness…

Yet my kids and sister… think this story has something to do with them…

Last I checked… the medical records are all in my name… The MRI & MRA were done on me recently and the mental tests evaluations were done on me…

SO HOW THE HELL DID THIS STORY BECOME ABOUT THESE PEOPLE????

I have had so little support from my family and friends, except for words… and words only have value, if they have meaning and frankly I have no faith in the words they use, because actions speak louder than words ever will, I know, it’s cost me in the thousands to be there for others, but I never have gotten that back in any way shape or form…except for empty words…

No one can say I wasn’t there for them when they needed me, or my checkbook…

I have yet to see one of the above people make the attempt to come to my home and support me…

But Mike & I did it for all of them…. gee this sounds like Trump versus the nation…

Rough night makes for a rough start of the day…

TimesUp #MeToo WhyIDidntTell

I Remember… Margie… who hated heights, so she took flying lessons… never again… but I did take off and land on my own…

Sgt. USAF DAV