“PLEASE, HELP ME BRING MY HUSBAND HOME”

A Cry from a Wife Torn Apart by Greed, Injustice, and Silence

My name is Mrs. Puskas. I am the wife of Al Puskas, the owner and founder of National Fail Safe (NFS), and we have shared over 16 years of love, marriage, and children. In 2021, our lives changed forever when my husband was diagnosed with dementia. A difficult diagnosis, yes—but one that should never have meant the destruction of our family.

Ever since that diagnosis, a storm of cruelty has fallen upon us—not from strangers, but from people who share his last name. Curt Walter Puskas, a man with a long history of criminal behavior, drug addiction, and current probation status, and his wife, Vanessa Susanna Puskas, saw my husband’s illness not with compassion—but with opportunism.

They did not offer help.

They did not offer love.

They came with greed in their hearts and deceit in their hands.

They isolated my husband, took over control of his documents, seized our finances, and cut off our access to what rightfully belongs to my husband, our children, and me—his lawfully wedded wife. They forged, they lied, and they manipulated the system so they could take everything from us under the guise of care.

My husband is now locked away in a home-care facility—a place he calls a prison meant for criminals, not a refuge for the sick. And the cruelest part? He cries daily to come home. He begs to return to the family he built, to the children he loves, to the woman who has stood by him through thick and thin. But Curt and Vanessa Puskas have stolen that chance from him—because of inheritance, because of money that was never meant for them.

My children cry for their father.

I cry for my husband.

And the law… does nothing.

We are suffering emotionally, mentally, financially, and spiritually. The system that should protect families has failed us. And deep down, I know why: Because I am African, Because I am a Black woman. Because I am African-American. Because I am a person of color.

If it were me, or someone like me, who had committed this evil—who had kidnapped, isolated, and financially abused a sick man for personal gain—the world would have exploded with outrage. But Curt and Vanessa are walking free. Because they are white, Because they are Caucasian. Because they are protected.

And so, while they walk free and live comfortably, my children are struggling—their health is failing, their minds are breaking, their education is suffering—because they miss their father and the stability they once had. All of this is happening because two people wanted what was never theirs to begin with.

My husband—the father of my children, my life partner, my love—has been ripped away from us and lied to by the very people who should have protected him. They told him a doctor said this was “best” for him. But what doctor recommends tearing a man away from his wife and children and locking him in a cold, lonely institution when he has a home filled with love?

This is not just elder abuse. This is soul murder.

I have fought, begged, cried, and pleaded. But the courts and legal system have turned their backs on us—Because we are African, Because we are Black, Because we are people of color. If the roles were reversed, the world would be shouting with rage. But now, it is only silence. Deafening silence.

Please hear me now. Please help me.

My children are suffering.

I am suffering.

And my husband, Al Puskas, is locked away and crying to come home.

Bring my husband back home. Let justice see beyond skin color. Let love win.

This is our story. This is our truth. This is my cry.

By Mrs. Puskas