Vent.

In spite of everything that is happening to us I felt compelled to write this blog post because I've basically been sleeping away all of the crap. We are in a slump and for the entire weekend we've slept in until past noon. Sleeping all day is better than facing the reality that a vehicle he invested $2000 in renovations into in the last 2 months was stolen, along with a laptop containing massive amounts of personal info and an iPod that Lieutenant has had since high school with his entire catalog of music on it...and knowing it will likely never be recovered. But here I sit, five in the morning, unable to sleep because I've spent every ounce of energy I have trying to track down car parts that look like his and his laptop and iPod. I've posted on countless sites, emailed Craigslist posters that looked suspicious...I'm getting nowhere.

I wish I could just make it all go away. I wish that money wasn't an object. I wish I could make things better for my husband who doesn't deserve to be going through this. I feel like before all this happened, I was content with Texas...happy even. But now there's just going to be a, pardon my french, shit stain on the memory of this place. Our first base, the one where our lives got flipped upside down. I wish I could track down these people and ask them why they felt the need to steal from us. I want to ask them why they didn't work hard to graduate high school with honors, go to college, work their ass off, or sign up to defend their country so that they could be able to afford what Lieutenant has...instead of taking it from him because they'll never be half the man that he is. I want to ask them how they sleep at night and what their mothers would think if they knew about this. I want to ask them how they plan on facing God.

I keep trying to block it out and be positive and put on a smile for my husband and pretend everything is okay but its not okay. We both have a right to be angry and we SHOULD be angry. Nobody is going to help us and we're not asking for help. Nobody is going to knock on our door and say "Hey heard you got your car stolen, let's go buy you a new one." No. This isn't a television show, this is someone's life.

I'm just ranting now and probably not making any sense. To my followers...sorry. I know this isn't the most positive thing to hear, especially around the holidays. But I guess that makes it even worse. I'll come around to being happy again. We'll get a new car and PCS to a new place. Everything will become normal again...eventually.