You may not remember me but I’m sure you remember the house I live in. It was a two story colonial, blue with cream trim and shutters; you should remember because it was the last house you stole from before ending up in jail. You stole electronics, that my husband and I worked hard for, a set of silver that was given to us as a wedding gift and some art. Although some of these items had sentimental value, I am not angry that you took these items from us, they are just things. It is the fact that you have taken away our trust, and security in our house, which haunts me. This is our first home; it took us years to save up enough for a down posit. It isn’t our dream home, or a big home but this is the house that we …show more content…
The thought of the event worries us to the point we can’t fall asleep and when we do we are awoken by noises in the house. I myself wake up several times a night to check, double check and triple check the alarm system, we had installed a few weeks after the invasion. My husband stayed awake by the door until the system was completely installed. Just thinking that you were able to get into our house while we were inside, at our most vulnerable state makes my stomach turn. Even with the upgraded security system I am still looking over my shoulder, my kids are never in a different room than I when we are home. I have started taking Krav Magra self defense classes, suggested by our therapist to regain a sense of security. Luckily, my youngest is too young to know anything happened. My oldest however, he knows. He may not understand exactly what happened, but he asks me questions about it, about where the art work went, and asks me if the bad men will come back for the rest of our stuff. He can tell that I am uneasy in the house and responds to that by becoming fearful himself. It makes me hurt even more that I can not protect him from my