When Lilah and I got home from work today, we discovered the house had been broken into.
They got a ton of stuff, and I haven't even been able to clean up enough to figure out what else might be missing.
They were even unzipping pillowcases and stuff...who does that? It was like they thought I had a secret stash of gold bars in my beds. The mattresses were tossed, the pillows were unzipped, all my drawers were open, pulled out, emptied.
They stole the Tiffany necklace I wore on my wedding day.
They stole the heart necklace Lilah gave me for my birthday when she was weeks old.
They stole my silver Edelweiss necklace I bought when Ben and I went to Austria and Germany for our first anniversary.
They stole my class ring.
They stole Lilah's iPad, and our PS3, which served as our BluRay player, DVD player and Netflix streamer for downstairs.
They tried to take the tv and I guess gave up on it.
I have forensics dust all over my house and a hot mess to clean up.
They took my camera, the one I used to take all of Lilah's baby pictures and was planning to use this week to take 3rd birthday portraits.
I have insurance, so the value of some things are replaceable. I mean, I can (eventually) get a new camera.
I cannot get a new Edelweiss necklace from Germany.
I cannot get back knowing that strangers have rifled through my undies drawer, looking for (what I only assume would be) bars of gold.
I feel violated and sad.
Sad that my stuff is gone and I didn't get to pick when or to where it went.
Sad that someone is so desperate or mean that they needed to tear up my house to make themselves feel better.
I hope they get some help for their problems.
In the meantime, I guess I'm going to be spending a lot of time on eBay trying to buy what I already own, and mourning the loss of my special jewelry that I wore all the time.
6 comments:
Dang Rachel, that SUCKS! I am so sorry. I have no idea what it feels like to come home to that but I can just imagine the feelings of being violated. I hope they too get the help they need, and that they are able to recover the jewelry.
I'm so sorry! Hugs to you and little girl! Love you.
Oh, Rachael, I'm so sorry! I wish there was something I could do. You're in my thoughts, though. Poop on the people who did this to you! Poop, I say!
I am so sorry you have had this happen. It's unnerving to think about a stranger invading your home. I hate you lost so many valuable memories thst can't be replaced. *hugs*
Oh that just sucks! I'm so sorry and I know exactly those feelings of loss for what cannot be replaced. I'm just glad you didn't come home while it was happening.
And to the vermin who did this to you, I smite them with a lifetime of acne, dandruff, hemmoroids and gas - so now all the police need to look for are really ugly smelly guys scratching their heads and/or butts! Book 'em, Dan-o!!!
I am so sorry, Rachael! I think you should move somewhere safe, like Turnpike Rd in Brevard. You can borrow Scout! ;-)
Really, thinking of you and hoping things are better.
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