I’m starting to wonder why in gods green earth we vets end up either alone or with the constant thought of why I didn’t just eat it in Iraq

Like, I’m in the central Texas region and it’s going to be some of the worst weather in a while that I’ve seen.

I’m getting no help from my bio fam and I just want to scream but it does no good. Won’t do any harm, but I’m pretty sure I’ll have local PD at my house and I’ll get a grippy sock vacay.

Even my own mother holds any debt over my head and refuses to even help me with getting anything unless I pay her back and I don’t get my property for another month. I own a home and it’s pretty much empty…

I half wonder if anyone would actually care if I did just dropped dead.

I can’t vent anywhere without it getting back to the rest of my family and I’m painted as the bad guy “who doesn’t understand where others are coming from”

Like they only care about a damn buck and themselves.

Like yeah…

I’m tired of being alone… but I’m to the point where I might as well stay alone and just waste away.

I’m mentally resilient but damn am I tired.