The full ramifications of our trip hit me square between the eyes when I tried to go out to the utility room to do a load of laundry. Bolts, chains, deadlocks...the same with every door in the house. The more I thought about things the more distressed I felt.
Our home address was on many items inside the pickup. My husband had photos of me and his little girl on the visor, resting on the dash...before I was thrilled to know he carried those with him, now it makes me feel even more vulnerable knowing that my likeness and that of his daughter is in the keeping of somebody who seems to lack any conscience or morals.
Protector that he is, my husband hadn't left home without proctecting the sanctity of the house and his family. I know in time these feelings will diminish and the fear and worry will subside. It's simply awful that anybody should have to feel this way.
As luck would have it, our insurance company is moving it's offices today and so the telephone services are off. *really BIG sigh*
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