We were robbed. Again.
A few nights ago, Mike came up to tell me that his “stuff” was gone and that his car was broken into. My immediate reaction was anger because his “stuff” has been taken before in our driveway. We live in a very nice area, but kids will be kids and if you allow them access to your “stuff” then they are going to take it if they are so inclined. We don’t have major crimes here but there are car break-ins from time to time. The police will write a report but kind of laugh the whole thing off because they know that kids are doing it.
Anyways, Mike left his car open in our driveway. I am always on him to a)lock the car and b)pull it in the garage. So, when he told me it was robbed again, I was mad. Mad that he didn’t take me seriously. Mad that he didn’t take the whole situation seriously. He informed me that they took his bag which had his work Nextel, his wallet, a bluetooth, pictures, and other things in it. I was so upset and frustrated. Mike had a list of the kids and my Social Security Numbers in his wallet. How could he be so careless with that information?
He apparently called the police (while I went to my mom’s to cry and vent at 11-something at night… thanks Mom!). When I was walking back down the street, he and the police officer were walking around looking in sewers and under trees but didn’t find the bag. Mike took off the next day so that he could look some more while I stayed home and prayed. I tried to explain to him that if that wallet were not found, it would bother me forever because someone could be using my kids SSNs. I felt so violated, once again, that someone had personal information about me.
He started by driving around and hopping out to look in trash cans and such. I told him that if it were kids that took his stuff, they wouldn’t have been driving. He needed to walk the way they would walk. Well, around 12 noon he found his “stuff” in one of the first places I told him to look. Everything was dumped over the tall fence of our next door neighbor. Everything is in the wallet except the cash. They also took the bag it was all in (a Chico bag) and some mints from inside the car.
I swear to all that is holy, if Mike doesn’t start being more careful, I will leave him. These things affect me so greatly. It is only that much worse when I know he left his car open for them to take my sense of security… to scare and hurt me. I can’t take it again. It is not acceptable to allow someone to violate your privacy.
Thank you God for giving me patience. Thank God this is over.