Over the weekend I got slammed by someone that reads my journal. Someone that has never met me and has only been reading my for a few weeks now.
This person did bring up some questions, and incase anyone else is wondering I will tell everyone a little more about myself.
I am married to Rusty. Rusty took me in when I showed up on his door step homeless with two children. I had just ran from an abusive man. Rusty opened the door for me. Rusty and I lived together for years before we got married.
I have survived being beaten, watching children being beaten, and watching my husband flat line twice. I have survived deployments, the news announcing that my husband was once again sent into war.
I have survived having a handicap son, who no one wants to play with and a school system that just want to push him a side.
I have survived watching our friends go off to war, and I have rejoiced when then came home.
I send my children on trips around the world, not to get them out of my house, but because they need to go. Children need to know that there is more to this world then the little town where they have grown up. Children need to learn the meaning on "seize the day". Opportunity only knocks once so they better take the opportunity while they can.
Why do I let my house be a crash pad for marines? That is an easy one. I provide these marines a safe place to come. A place where they can come and talk about the horrors of war and not be judged. A place where we can all sit down and eat as a family. A place where everyone is equal and is important.
What people do not see is me crying and driving like a mad women when a marine is sick. Or when a marine say's "mom lets go for a drive, I need to talk". Rusty and I try very hard to share our experiences with the marines in hopes that they will learn from them. We give advice even when they do not want to hear it. Such as you better get your finances in order or do you want help making a budget.
People do not see the marine that drove up here and sat down next to me a just started crying. It turns out that he was waiting on a red cross message to be sent because his grandmother just passed away.
Do not judge us until you really know us.