How dare you

To the bastards who tried to steal stuff from under our house last night,

How dare you. How dare you come into our home and help yourself to what isn’t yours.

How dare you fill me with fear and dread in my own home.

How dare you ruin the wonderful night out we had just been on to kick off Hubs’ birthday week.

Every noise I hear, my heart skips a beat and I want to run to the kids room to check on them.

How dare you make me worry about my kids even more than I already do, every second of every day.

How dare you make me feel like I need to lock my windows and deadbolt the doors.

How dare you make me feel like I want to move out of my own house.

Just how dare you.


1 Comment

  1. Oh R, I’m so sorry to hear this. It’s just awful, and the worst part is the shaken confidence. Thinking of you Xx

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