It all started the weekend that I was in the hospital having Phoenix. We came home and that night Jeff went out to water the garden. He stared at it, puzzled, and then realized that my statue of Mother and Child was missing. MISSING! Someone fucking STOLE my statue THE WEEKEND that I was having a new baby. The statue that my very best friend bought me for my birthday. The statue that commemorated the loss of our little baby Violet. The statue that was the ONE FUCKING THING that I had to remind me of our departed one. Stolen. That very weekend. Ironic... or was it?
Now I realize that my BRAND NEW STROLLER that my MIL bought for me to help transport Olivia back and forth to Maddy's school to pick her up is gone. STOLEN. Brand new! We used it once to go for ice cream. I cannot afford to replace this and Olivia is too big for our other stroller so what the hell am I going to do now? Ironic that yet ANOTHER baby item is stolen from our yard... or is it?
I have an enemy in this town. Someone that hates my guts. Bad mouths me all over MDC as "the LLL leader that destroyed all her friendships" (what friendships???) She knew when I was having Phoenix. Maybe I'm being paranoid but she would be the logical suspect. If I find out it's her I am going to freak. Totally.
In the past two years we've had
*our house broken into and stuff stolen by meth heads. (The stole our sudafed and ammonia)
*someone walk right into our house and refused to leave until I called my dog on him and threatened to call the police
*another druggie (confirmed by a woman that deals with him) ask us for a ride at 11:30 at night and then headed up to another part of town to break into cars (we didn't give him a ride)
*some drunk passed out cold on our front lawn last week
GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS TOWN!!!!!!!!
Thank the Goddess we're leaving on vacation friday. I can't take much more of this shit.