Yep. My car window was smashed in. They stole my purse (which had $100, a credit card, and a whole bunch of gift cards), they stole a bag of stuff that was getting ready to be put in a package to my brother, and they went through my glove box.
I can't stop crying. I feel so violated. First someone came into my work and made that a place I don't feel safe, and now someone has come to my home and smashed up my car on my driveway, making my home a place I don't feel safe either. I don't have a safe place anymore.
I know everything happens for a reason, so instead of asking "Why me?" I have been TRYING very hard to ask, "What am I supposed to learn from this?" It hasn't exactly been working out very well for me.
It's like they say, when it rains, it pours... and right now I am getting poured on. Why can't it ever pour down money? Or gift cards to Texas Roadhouse? Or high heels? Or something a little bit more useful than trauma and terror and scared-ness and tears?
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