Keep a Veteran safe

My name is Stewart Adams, and this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. I’ve always believed in standing strong, handling my responsibilities, and never asking for help unless I truly had no other choice. Today, I am at that point.

I am a military veteran who built my life around loyalty, honor, and protecting others. I entered a marriage because I believed my wife was pregnant and needed support. I thought I was stepping up to be a father, a husband, and a provider. I moved across the country—from San Diego to Buffalo—because I believed family came first. Helping the wife to establish her dreams of owning her own business.  

But everything I thought I knew fell apart.

After the marriage, I learned she didn’t have citizenship, and then she told me she had miscarried. My world shifted in an instant. I never wanted to be married under false circumstances, and the relationship slowly turned into something I couldn’t recognize.

Despite that, I stayed. I used my Navy Federal Credit Union benefits, my collateral, and every bit of financial strength I had to buy a home for us. I paid most of the mortgage. I tried to hold everything together even when things were falling apart around me.

Then things became unsafe. A gun was fired inside our home—something I had no idea she even had. Her adult son moved in, and suddenly I was living in silence with two people who didn’t speak to me, didn’t acknowledge me, and left me completely alone in my own home. I spent almost two years living like a ghost, paying the bills while feeling invisible.

Now, as I go through the divorce, the court has placed nearly the entire financial burden on me. I’ve been ordered to pay $80,000, even though she has a business, assets, and even bought a brand-new vehicle. My lawyer didn’t pursue any of her financial responsibility, and now I am the one who is left with nothing.

I am a veteran who has served this country, and right now, I am on the edge of homelessness. I have exhausted every resource. I have no savings left. I have no one to lean on. I am fighting to keep a roof over my head while trying to rebuild my life from the ground up.

I never wanted to be in this position. I never wanted to ask for help. But I am genuinely afraid of what will happen if I can’t raise the funds I need to survive.

If you can donate, share, or even just send a prayer, I will be forever grateful. Every dollar brings me one step closer to stability, safety, and a chance to start over.

Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for caring.

Stewart Adams