Our house was broken into a few weeks ago. It's still an open case, so I'm not going to post every small detail of it on here, but here's a quick recap of what happened: I came home from dropping Julian off at school, and all of our stuff was stolen. Doors broken down, stuff all over the floors, stuff gone. We had the doors boarded up and slept at home that night. And they tried to come back for the stuff they didn't have time or room in their van for. They didn't get back in, but in the morning we realized there were crowbar marks on another door, and they broke two windows.
We are thankfully all safe and didn't get hurt, but I'm consumed with this break-in. It's all I can think about. Every small noise has me on edge and I'm constantly looking out my windows and stopping mid-whatever-I'm-doing and saying, "Who's there?" This has shaken me so badly, and has made poor Julian so fearful. He didn't deserve this to happen to him. None of us did.
So this is what I have to say about this to the people who robbed us: FUCK YOU.
Fuck you for taking our stuff.
Fuck you for making my son constantly scared that someone is going to come into our house and hurt us.
Fuck you for making me feel afraid to be alone at home.
Fuck you for taking all of my family photos and videos, and all the backups. I now have no photo history of my children.
Fuck you for thinking it's okay to just smash into my home and take all the stuff we worked years to amass. Tens of thousands of dollars worth of things.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
I hope the next time you try this to someone that you get shot right in your fucking faces.