With the back door barricaded shut, we finished picking up the mess throughout the house. We’d go shopping for a new door next weekend, but I didn’t know of any store where we could purchase some fresh piece of mind. Even though the burglars had not taken anything of great value, they had invaded our home. Our lives had been violated. They had gone through our stuff and searched through the pieces of our history trying to rob us of our hard-earned dollars. I felt angry, livid, infuriated, incensed, furious, and pretty darn mad!
I allowed myself an evening of being outraged, and then I told myself I had to let go of the anger. What was done, was done. We needed to move on. So, move on we did.