Today I seem to really miss my man, Robb. I really just want him to come up to me, give me a huge hug, tell me everything will be OK, and not to worry. I just really need that right now, and I know I’m not going to get it. It’s days like this that make being an Iraq Enduring Freedom widow really the pits. So many things have happened since he’s been gone and it’s all on me. No support from a soul. No help from anyone. BUT there seem to be a lot of people telling me what to do with my money, time, and energy. Where is Robb when I truly need him? Try Section JJ grave 399 at Willamette National Cemetery in Portland Oregon. I’m angry cause I’m in this all alone. I’m angry because “family” has been shit to me. I’m angry because no matter how kind friends are, they just don’t get it at all. They try, but they don’t really get it.
Today more than ever I feel like I’m all alone. Welcome to my world