I’m living with a Disabled Vietnam Veteran 🇺🇸
He happens to be the father of the woman who chooses to be married to my son. That’s where we all live together, and that’s about the kindest way to describe her.
He is Decorated. 25th Infantry. Two Purple Hearts and the Bronze Star while serving during the 1968-1969 Tet offensive
Wounded 5 times during direct hand to hand combat using knives, stones, tree branches and firing AK47’s dropped by the enemy after he killed them. It’s all he had. His ammunition and grenades were long gone during the beginning enemy advances. He has scars on his body like a road map. He has scars in his mind that will never heal. He is forgotten 😢
After months of watching her cash his VA Checks, and watching him being made to live in squalor off in an addition separated from the main house, I decided I’d had enough 💪 !!!
While she treated herself to a restaurant dinner and a movie, I took it upon myself to clean his bathroom and do his laundry, it’s a major task since he’s mostly incontinent, symptoms of his War wounds. We had a great afternoon together. For a couple hours he was jovial, conversant, fully cognizant. He blew my mind when he pulled out dozens and dozens of original 1950-1970s 45rpm record singles from the top stars of the day, and a genuine vintage Montgomery Wards record player! We laughed, we sang, we told jokes, we shared old girlfriend stories... it was like being in a freakin’ Hollywood movie! I loved it! He didn’t cry, limp, or cough up tons of lung crap that he’s done the entire time I’ve been here. It made me feel wanted because I made him feet wanted, and it was great!!! 😊
Then the bitch comes home... “why bother, he’ll just shit it all up again tomorrow” and he retreats silently back to his room ~~~ huh? Really? That’s all you can say? He’s your father, a Decorated War Veteran, and that’s all you got??? 😱😡
She’s supposed to be some high grand sultan or some such bullshit in her church. A church, mind you, which has hammered constantly on me with mailings and phone calls to join them and give them money since I moved here. She keeps a gigantic blackboard on the living room wall full of bible quotes and weekly mission objectives (?) and this week it’s something about “Encouage everyone in your life” ...
I lit her up about that!!! Up down sideways I blasted my ire straight in her face! Monday I’ve a mind to call the VA hotline and dime her worthless check stealing ass to kingdom come!!! #word 😎