I am mad and I need to vent so this journal will have no redeeming qualities. I am not a person that cusses (it just feels weird coming out of my mouth) but I am mad enough at this point (and since I'm typing it) that I will.
You have been warned:
I live in Hell. I have never resided in such a place until I found myself a military spouse living on post. I feel that THEY can give a flying fuck about us. We are just numbers, or more to the point, he is just a number and we are vague connections to that number. He cannot get paid for 3 months straight b/c of problems THEY had putting his info in the system right and even though THEY were in error, that error cannot be corrected in a timely manner b/c others are in the same situation as us. IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTING??! How about the fucking fact that we've been living off of our fucking savings and now it is depleted??! How about the fact that even though they have 'fixed' it, it still DOESN'T INCLUDE OUR DAUGHTER ON HIS PAY! I've never lived in a FUCKING SLUM W/ WHORES (maleandfemale) and ASSHOLES until I became a military spouse. Ive never had to stop kids from hitting dogs with footballs, stop children from jumping out of our apt's 2nd floor window, have to walk by condom wrappers in my laundry room, be woken up in the middle of the night by drunken fights in my apt. building, be woken up in the middle of the night by drunken fighting outside my apt. building, have friends embarrassed at visiting b/c of seeing a boy pee in front of our apt. building door, or wonder how the fuck people that don't have enough decency to discipline their children, not give their 2 yr. old beer, or fuck around on spouses while one is in a fucking WAR...is supposed to be promoting liberty and freedom when they can't even be decent where they live?
If anyone has any shit they want to say to me about being disrespectful to my country, etc, etc....Don't. I'm hanging on by a thread and just need any excuse to bust someone's
I need a beer and some tylenol...all this repressed anger is giving me a ginormous headache.
You have been warned:
I live in Hell. I have never resided in such a place until I found myself a military spouse living on post. I feel that THEY can give a flying fuck about us. We are just numbers, or more to the point, he is just a number and we are vague connections to that number. He cannot get paid for 3 months straight b/c of problems THEY had putting his info in the system right and even though THEY were in error, that error cannot be corrected in a timely manner b/c others are in the same situation as us. IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE COMFORTING??! How about the fucking fact that we've been living off of our fucking savings and now it is depleted??! How about the fact that even though they have 'fixed' it, it still DOESN'T INCLUDE OUR DAUGHTER ON HIS PAY! I've never lived in a FUCKING SLUM W/ WHORES (maleandfemale) and ASSHOLES until I became a military spouse. Ive never had to stop kids from hitting dogs with footballs, stop children from jumping out of our apt's 2nd floor window, have to walk by condom wrappers in my laundry room, be woken up in the middle of the night by drunken fights in my apt. building, be woken up in the middle of the night by drunken fighting outside my apt. building, have friends embarrassed at visiting b/c of seeing a boy pee in front of our apt. building door, or wonder how the fuck people that don't have enough decency to discipline their children, not give their 2 yr. old beer, or fuck around on spouses while one is in a fucking WAR...is supposed to be promoting liberty and freedom when they can't even be decent where they live?
If anyone has any shit they want to say to me about being disrespectful to my country, etc, etc....Don't. I'm hanging on by a thread and just need any excuse to bust someone's
I need a beer and some tylenol...all this repressed anger is giving me a ginormous headache.
I am sorry to hear that you have to live in such filth, and for you to be so angry to actually swear, when I read that I covered my eyes and prayed to Baby Jesus to make it go away, you must be angry.
I am sorry to hear about this.