Why Can't I Have Nice Things?

[hrj]

So now they took my car. From out of my driveway. Last night while I was sleeping. And once again I get to do the whole thing with police reports and insurance companies and turning my life and schedule upside down to deal with details while trying to maintain a competent professional life and keep up with all my personal commitments. I know I do a good impression of brushing it all off and just carrying on, but what I really really want to do is go crawl in a hole and cry and not come out again until the world is a friendly, pleasant, sane place where I'm allowed to have nice things without random anonymous assholes breaking them or taking them away from me. You know, if someone were actually specifically targeting me for persecution I'm not sure how different it could be. No, don't answer that.

Maybe my life would be simpler if I just sold this house and got a nice little just-me place somewhere with a lower crime rate. No burglaries, no car thefts, no vandalism, no hassles of being a landlady. I'm so very very tired.

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[giselle0002.livejournal.com]

O, hon! I can't begin to imagine what it feels like to be hit again like this. Honestly, yes, sell and move and be somewhere else. You don't need this crap. No one does.

Unlike some folks, you have options ... the option to live somewhere you feel safe and can spend your time concentrating on your life and your friends and your work and research.

And don't look at it as if you're giving in or letting them win. "They" are a constant in our world like a force of nature. They don't care about you and if they are caught and imprisoned they will be replaced by a dozen others like them. You can only stand in the storm and scream into the wind so long before you're worn out ...and the storm rages on.

In any case, whatever you decide, I am so sorry this has happened. ~hugs~