First, thank you to whoever reads this. It sincerely means a lot to me you’d give me some of your time.
Let me paint you the picture. I joined the Air Force for hopes of a better future. It was going to be my greatest step forward, my leap into a better life.
Because up until then, my life hasn’t been easy. Both of my parents are alcoholics, and terribly abusive. I laugh at it sometimes, because it honestly reads like a movie trying too hard for a sad backstory.
My mother, Alcoholic #1, was a train wreck. She focused entirely on her business, giving me little time as a child. And whenever she was home, she’d take out her stresses on me with insane, outrageous punishments. Once, I was locked in a garage for 5 weeks, where I slept on the floor. Another, I was forced to read every verse in the Bible that had the word ‘anger’ before I was allowed to talk or eat anything but bread.
My father was more violent. Once I had to choke him out he was beating me so violently, dragging his unconscious body out of my room. Another, he peed on me drunk in a parking lot.
See what I mean? I make light of how over the top it was because humor makes it an easier pill to swallow, but I still struggle with it, clawing at my mind.
Anyways, I needed a way out. Cut to Military Highschool. I signed myself up for it. It was great, honestly. Then military college. I graduated, let my depression get a hold of me, and got fat.
I decided no, none of that. I’m not going to stay here at home; I spent the next year and a half getting into shape. Studying. Working my ass off. I met my now wife during this time period, and soon after I felt confident, I took my ASVAB, got a 99, and enlisted in the Air Force as a Space and Missile Systems Electronics Maintainer.
I had a full 6 year plan; by the time I got out, I’d have 72k saved up, the full GI bill, and plenty of experience to fulfill my lifetime goal of going back to college for a Biomechanical Engineering degree and starting my own business. I’d lived my entire life for this moment; the moment when I throw off the chains of the past and leap into my own future.
I make it through boot camp. Awesome. I get married. Woo! But then, just a day before I’m about to ship to Tech School? I discovered a previously unknown medical condition, and was disqualified from my job. Okay, I thought, no nuclear job. That’s okay. I’ll fight this, get a waiver, and get a new job in the Air Force.
I fought for four months, with minimal contact with my wife, only to have my rebuttal denied and my ass shipped home. I lost my biggest chance to move away with a secure job, provide for my loving wife, and really push myself towards my goal.
And now I’m delivering pizzas. I’ve never been more depressed. Honestly, to whoever is reading this, I need a way out. My own family has me back in their territory; now they’re even harassing my wife, telling her how terrible of a child I was. Telling us our marriage will fail.
I want to get her, and us, out. I want to move. I want to be able to go back to college and start my business and for her to open her own business, too (she has a cosmetology degree and wants to open a truck that gives haircuts to homeless at night, while selling handmade wigs on her online store).
The problem is right now, I’m stuck. I can barely scratch together enough to keep this all together. To put gas in our tanks and food on the table.
My goal would be to get up to a few thousand to get us moved. My dream would be to get $150k and be able to just disappear from both our families and kickstart both our lives back into motion.
But dammit, even a few dollars help, and I appreciate anything you can give. Again, I appreciate everything. I hope you’re having a fantastic day, and thank you just for reading this. And infinite thanks if you decide to lend a hand.
My Paypal.me: https://paypal.me/startinganewdream
P.S. There aren’t any documents I could post without revealing a ton of private information (DoD Form DD214, court notes against parents, etc), so I posted two things emotionally value to me; my uniform, and my wedding. I hope that’s enough proof.