I haven't written about this yet because I've been trying to process my feelings. When something bad happens to me, I usually sit around in a funk for a few days and then eventually I'll open up and talk about it.
So, over the weekend my house was broken into. The person stole all of my jewelry, my Coach purses, my very expensive Bebe sweatsuits and a pair of my boots. HUH? Weird right? They didn't touch any of the computers or T.V's thank god. They went straight for MY favorite stuff. I'm like so heartbroken over this. I love my stuff. I don't have much jewelry, but I had a couple of nice pieces and they are now gone. And, bebe sweatsuits are very expensive, so I usually only get to buy one or two a year. Usually my mom will treat me to one when she's in town. They are all gone now. Ugh - I'm about to cry just writing this.
So, I was afraid to leave the house this whole weekend because I was scared that whoever did this was going to try to come back and get the bigger stuff. So, I laid around on the couch and stared at the door all weekend. They never came back.
I keep having visions of someone going through my stuff - it's a horrible feeling. I feel so violated. It sucks.