Rey came back from training in San Diego on a Sunday night. The very next day he went class with me, so that we could utilize all of the time we have left together before he deploys. Sounds reasonable, dont you think? We were coming up the stairs to our apartment when we noticed that the front door was bowed at the lock, and Rey made the comment that he thought the door had been kicked in.
They stole over $6000 worth of things. The things dont really matter, but it still blows that we were robbed. We live on the 3rd floor. It makes no sense that they would come all the way up the stairs to see what we had unless they already knew. The police officer who took the report (and refused to lift any prints...thanks for doing your civil duties, bro) said that it was extremely likely that the robbers (about 5 or 6 of them) had been watching me for a while to get my schedule down. That is creepy.
We are now proud Texas gun toters, and it turns out that I am an AWESOME shot. Next step: concealed handgun license. I will never feel that violated or vulnerable again. It is the worst feeling knowing that some dishonest, asshole stranger was going through all your things, saw where you love your husband, ruffled through your diary and drawers, and duffels and desks...they left nothing untouched except what means the most to us. Suckers missed the meaning of family, honesty, and religion. I am almost sad they didn't steal a Book of Mormon...
I finished my ceramics class and made some REALLY awesome things, in my opinion... Rey is yet again on night crew; work 6:30 to 6:30 and sleep til 1, its a rough time trying to get anything done together. I still cant find a job, and we adopted a stray kitten.
Life is good. I have my husband and my beliefs, and trials are for our benefit.
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I'm sorry for what happened. That sucks. I'm glad you and Ray are safe.
wow, that is creepy. I'm actually really glad you got a gun, what a good idea after the break-in. good luck syd.
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