Many years ago I remember being blissfully happy as a newlywed. Still very much in the honeymoon phase, planning our future together. We were talking about our future children, their names, and future homes. One minute I’m daydreaming about our future, and the next minute two military officers are knocking on my door. My husband was dead.

The pain is unexplainable, it’s all consuming, and gut wrenching. It’s soul deep. I spent years lying to myself, by creating this scenario where he was still alive. I told myself that he was probably part of a secret government program, and he needed to fake his death to do his job. I spent years waiting for him. Even after seeing him lifeless in his coffin, even after hearing TAPS, and receiving the delicately folded American flag. The pain was so deep, I remained in denial for a very long time.

Imagine going through something gut wrenching, and being at a service for your fallen loved one, and the President is there to pay his respects, and you witness him checking his watch. Multiple times. To say it’s disrespectful would be an understatement, and yet that is exactly what Biden did when the service for the fallen soldiers from the Afghanistan withdrawal, took place. It speaks volumes about who he is as a person, and I’m disgusted, and angry. Shame on you Biden. And shame on Jen Psaki for lying about it to make him look better, even though we all saw with our own eyes, what he did.