I think we need a lifetime cap on the number of times a person can be robbed in their lives. This time they got into our storage space up the road. They didn’t take much, my silverware chest and the good silverware in there, maybe some tools.
The frustrating thing is that as we prioritize our money, there is just no place to put a replacement silverware chest and silverware. Even if our budget were bigger I could never justify it in my head, we just don’t need it, not at all. Fancy dinner parties are going to be extremely few and very far apart in the coming years and the money would be better spent on goat medicine or sparkle shoes.
I’m trying to look on the bright side of this. They didn’t find and take the china, it was my mother’s and it would kill me to lose it. I didn’t lose something I very much need, like in 2011 when someone broke into the house and stole my laptop (among other things). It’s just silverware, in the scheme of things it’s not a big deal. So why am I crying about it?
The thing that bothers me the most is that I want to punch the fuck out of their faces.
I can’t imagine NOT wanting to punch the fuck out of their faces. That seems like a very sensible reaction to me. I’m so glad they didn’t get the china and that you understand the need for sparkle shoes in your budget. I’m so sorry this happened to you. The thieves are creating a ton of bad karma for themselves. Does that help at all? No, probably not.
That sucks. If I have a thing, it’s because I worked for it or someone thought enough of me to give it as a gift or it was inherited from someone I love that died. It’s one thing to decide to give a way a thing – there’s control there, but it’s a whole other crappy thing to have your things taken. The lack of control & the invasion & the pulling back of the curtain that nothing is certain (not even our things staying untouched where we left them!) makes me so angry.
I’m sorry this happened to you, again.
Boo!
xoxoxo