ALL I WANT IS TO BRING MY HUSBAND AL PUSKAS BACK HOME By Mrs. Puskas

I didn’t know that in America, it could be treated as a crime for a diagnosed dementia father to visit or travel with his grown-up children. I didn’t know that showing forgiveness to a stepson could cost me everything.

All I wanted was peace in our family. I made the decision—as an African woman, a mother, and a wife—to forgive my stepson, Curt Walter Puskas, and his wife, Vanessa Susanna Puskas. I allowed them to take a trip with my husband, hoping it would be a step toward healing. But instead, that act of forgiveness became the very reason my husband was taken away from me and locked in a care facility—a place that feels more like a prison than a home.

Now I live with the consequences. My children and I are suffering. Our finances have been frozen. Our home feels empty. And the man we love and cherish is locked away, pleading every single day to come back to the life we once shared.

What crime did I commit? Forgiving a stepson who claimed he wanted his father's love and to reconnect with his father? Trusting that the man who once turned away from our family now had good intentions?

They say only the person who wears the shoe knows where it pinches. My children cry for their father every night. They do not understand why the man who raised them, loved them, and laughed with them is now being held in a facility against his will. My young children still ask, “When is Daddy coming home?”

I tried to do the right thing. I chose compassion over punishment. I believed that forgiveness would bring us together. Instead, it has torn us apart. I didn’t realize that in America, giving someone a second chance could become a weapon used against you.

I never imagined that by opening our door, I would be handing over my husband to people who care more about power and inheritance than his well-being. Vanessa Susanna Puskas and Curt Walter Puskas are now living under the same roof, yet the man they claim to love is locked away and deteriorating in isolation.

To the public, to mothers, to fathers, to anyone who believes in justice—please hear me: HELP ME BRING MY HUSBAND BACK HOME.

My children are traumatized. I am being drained emotionally, legally, and financially. I never thought love and forgiveness would put me in this situation. But now I’m forced to beg for help—publicly—because everything I’ve tried privately has failed.

This is not just a legal battle. This is a fight for my husband’s life, my children’s sanity, and our family’s right to be whole again.

If you have ever loved someone…

If you have ever forgiven someone…

If you believe families should not be punished for choosing peace over revenge…

Then I am asking you, from the bottom of my heart: Please help us. Help me bring my husband home.

We are not criminals. We are a family. And we are broken. But with your support, we can be whole again.

Thank you,

Mrs. Puskas