The military can go to hell!

I am just so fucking sick of this damned deployment! My son broke 3 drawers in our house today (base housing) and if they expect me to pay for it they have another thing coming! I told them ALL (the commander included) that they couldn't send my husband away, because I was having trouble with my autistic son. So when they come back to their broke ass house then they are responsible. My husband should not be over there right now! And anyone who thinks they understand. You have no Fucking Idea!!!!!! I might offend some by saying that, but you really don't even have an ounce of a clue. I can NOT handle this by myself. The strain that deployments put on a family is unbearable. Add on top of that 3 children five years old and under PLUS special needs and its just not fucking going to work! So what if they kick him out. Oh please like that would even scare me at this point. Kick him out please! For the love of God kick him out! Tell him they have no need for him since we have a child with special needs! Great! Maybe I wont be beat up every day by my 5 year old! Maybe I wont have to worry about him hurting my other children! I need help, what the hell more can I say. And if any of my other children should be hurt by my son during this deployment or Aiden ends up in an institution I hope those involved realize it is on their head eternally. I hope damnation it self rests upon there heads. Better yet I hope they have are blessed with an Autistic child so that they can be though of as bad parents with an unruly child. And have a child with out the ability to understand or express love. And have tantrums that totally tear apart everything including their soul, their marriages and their beautiful homes and precious things! And once they feel like they can't take it anymore, not one more once, take away their spouse for a year and tell them to bad.. you have to do it on your own, we do not care about what goes on in your family or about your child's "supposed" mental disability. Maybe just maybe, at that point they will understand what I am going threw on this fine April evening! Oh and a special fuck you to the FRG Lady in charge of our group. You must be the commanders fuck buddy or something, but you had no business in that meeting between him and I. And if I had it to do over again I would tell you to go to fucking hell the moment you opened your Yappy mouth!

Thanks my vent is over! And I do love my son, I am not implying in anyway that I don't. So those of you who are reading this, and thinking otherwise, without experiencing the difficulties that come with a special needs child... go to hell for judging me!