My Son, the Thief

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You might recall a recent post where I was very upset. Well it seems I have every right to be. My older son has never been trustworthy. It's sad to say, but true. Last night when I got home I had the shock of my life, at least the biggest one in 23 years since the last time my house was broken into. It seems he left the house that day with more than himself, leaving his hygiene stuff behind. I'm thinking now that I didn't venture into my office when I noticed he had been there, because had I done so I would have been more upset than I was. First, the light was on in the office when I walked in the door, and I happened to look into the office and see my 25" monitor and computer I was using before I bought this new one were missing. It didn't dawn on me until later, that the office light was on. It hasn't worked in over a year. I was so upset I couldn't get to sleep. Then when I did and ended up getting up in the middle of the night, I made another discovery. I had 5 Norman Rockwell figurines, packed in their boxes ready to come to the apartment sitting on an end table near my bedroom. There were only three boxes sitting there. I was furious. I got them from my parent's estate. I looked to see which ones were there, so I could determine which had been taken. It took another hour to remember which ones were missing. Needless to say I had a very bad night with almost no sleep. I tried calling him, but got no answer. What a surprise! Not! My son also called him because he had things missing too. No answer, but my older son did call him back, but when he started denying everything, my younger son hung up on him. At which time my older son left a voicemail message on my phone. It wasn't pleasant, In fact it was full of f bombs and how I can't trust him, and he didn't do it, and he wasn't going to have anything more to do with this family. Believe me I wasn't surprised to get that call. I had gotten one like it before when I put him on a restraining order. It was almost the same message as that one was. So my night was fraught with sleeplessness, which led me to the pool to pour out my frustration in the water. I admit I was vengeful at one point last night. My older son had left a picture at my house he really likes, but I think he forgot about, and I wanted my younger son to burn it on the bonfire. He refused. So it's still in one piece face against the wall in my kitchen. When I did calm down enough to think rationally, I did ask God to take care of the situation. Still it was a very disturbing and sleepless night, and I'm still very upset by all that happened. I feel the same as I did 23 years ago when my home had been broken into and the place almost destroyed. Just as David made suggestions to God about how to take care of his enemies, I made suggestions too. Anyway, I'm here at the apartment now, and will be here until I need to get back to the house so my son can go to work. All doors are locked at the moment and they will remain so. I hope your day has been better than mine. Thanks for letting me vent. Thanks for reading. Picture is my older son, taken the day before I put Pip down.