To the Asshole Mother Fucker Who Broke into My House

Dear assumed drug addict,

My name is LSAM and today was the second happiest day of my life, which is exactly what I said to my husband M earlier.  Today we bought our first house.  It’s not a pretty house right now, but it will be.  And it’s ours.  We own it.  No one can take it from us.  The only day that I have been more excited in my life, was the day I got married…

And we went there to eat dinner, and talk about what we need to accomplish in the next four days, to get the house to the point where we can move in.  Because, you see inconsiderate jerk, we, along with our three children (they are all beautiful by the way), have been homeless for the last four months.  No, we have not been sleeping under bridges or in cardboard boxes, but we have been displaced, the five of us sharing a room and a half, in a house that is already chaotic.  So our plan was to do the necessary things that we needed to make the house somewhat livable, even if the walls weren’t up and the flooring wasn’t down.  We want to be just us again, and our family, even if that means we live with a little discomfort for awhile.  We are willing to do that, just to have a space to call our own again.  And we were hoping that we could have that done by the end of this weekend.

I had a smile on my face all day.

We ate dinner with our kids in the front yard.  A neighbor stopped to introduce themselves.  It was a very nice evening.

I walk around the house, talking with my grandmother and watching the children play in the grape arbour, their new “secret hideaway.”  And M wanders into the garage, I’m sure imagining what it will look like in a few years.  And he notices the electric wire is missing.  Fuck.  “Maybe they didn’t get in the house.”    M goes into the basement, and finds all the wires from the breaker box cut.  Every last fucking wire.  Gone.

You are a mother fucker.

And I am so angry right now, I would fucking spit on you.  If you were standing in front of me, I would punch you so hard, there is a good possibility I would break your jaw.

At the same time, I feel sorry for you.  See, you must understand, I work with addicts.  I see addiction manifest in horrible ways everyday.  I see people hurt the children that they love.  I see them steal from people that would hand over the world if they would only ask.  Addiction makes you think only of yourself.  When you are not using, you aren’t this person.  Even in your addiction, your acts are not malicious, nearly self-centered.  Your addiction makes you think only of it, of the drug, whatever it may be (given that you probably live in the area, I would make the assumption that it is heroin or roxies or some other form of opiates, you fucking junky).  You do what you need to, so that you are able to feed the beast.  I understand this, and I am empathetic towards you.

And it makes me want to cry.  Even though we are not yet living there, even though we only received the deed today, you have violated me.  I have considered this home mine since the end of May, when the first contract was signed.  Had roadblocks not been thrown in our way, we would have already been living there for six weeks.  But, alas, life happens, and, for all intent and purposes, the house has only become ours today.  Yet I feel as though you have broken into a space that is mine.  That is my home.  That is somewhere that I should feel safe and secure.  You, fucking prick, have taken that away from me.  You have taken away my safety and my security.  For that, I am angry.  If my children become afraid because of this, I will be enraged to a degree I have not yet reached.  Ever.

But then compassion makes me aware that you broke into a home that is obviously not lived in.  The for sale sign was still in the front yard.  There is nothing in the house.  You probably thought that you were stealing from some agency, trying to make your sin justifiable.  Because that is how us addicts think.  We justify.  You thought you weren’t hurting anyone.  You minimize.  It was only a little wire.  I understand your thinking.  I truly do.

But you were wrong.  You are fucking with my life.  The life of my family.

And truly, this is something very minor, in the grand scheme of things.  A few hundred dollars, a days worth of labor.  M, the dear man that he is, is rather good with his hands.  It will be fixed, and in a year from now, I will look back at this event, and shake my head, again feeling sorry for you.  For this will be just one of things that happened, that we will tell stories about throughout our lifetime.

Being angry, hurtful, and resentful only hurts me at this point.  It serves no purpose.  I say this and although I comprehend it, and agree wholeheartedly, there is still rage boiling inside of me.  Hatred.  And that pisses me off more than anything.  The thoughts that you now have me thinking.  The things that I would do, if I only knew who you were.  You have brought out a side of me that I do not like.  And you, mother fucker, are feeding it.

So here is a warning to you.  We are gun owning citizens.  We have a loaded gun in our bedroom, within an arms reach, every night.  And, see, within the last year, the Castle doctrine has been passed in our state.  That means if you break into my house, my castle, if you will, as a man’s home is his castle, I am allowed to protect it, by any means.  That means I am not held at fault, even if you are not carrying a gun.  Even if you do not threaten my life.  Even if you don’t see me coming, as you are bent over rummaging through my jewelery box.  I can kill you, if you step foot in my house, and won’t even have to go to court.

And, if I would have been asked this morning, if I would be able to shoot someone, in a circumstance like that, I probably would have said yes.  But that is only to sound like a tough girl.  Really, the honest answer would have been no.  I don’t think I could.  I’d pull the gun.  Give you the opportunity to run.  I’d only shoot if you pursued me.  Came at me or my family.

But I was wrong.  So fucking wrong.  I now know, without a doubt in my mind, that if you step foot in my house again, for any mother fucking reason, you will not come out alive.  That, you poor miserable bastard, is a promise.

Yours truly,

LSAM, a gun carrying citizen

44 responses to “To the Asshole Mother Fucker Who Broke into My House

  1. So sorry to read this 🙁

  2. Oh no! I am so sorry!!! ((hugs))

  3. That is horrible! I am so sorry.

  4. After all you’ve mentioned about being displaced, I hate reading this happened to you. Like you said, M is rather good with his hands so you’ll be better soon in more ways than one. : ) What I don’t get is they stole WIRE? copper? what the hell – isn’t there something better to steal somewhere else? All in all, thank God you were all gone and weren’t caught by drugged out fiends. I’m glad you all are ok. Congrats on buying a home!!!

    • Thanks Jayne. And yes, the stole the wire for scrap. You see, were we live has fallen into poverty over the last 25 to 30 years. Drug use, especially since the market crash and unemployment crisis, has sky rocketed (as only one of 2 people at my agency that work in addiction, we have been getting exponentially busier over the last 2 years). And opiate use, particularly, is rampid. Also opiate addicts will often go to extreme lengths, when compared to crack or other addicts. This is not a new problem, just one I was not prepared for. *sigh* The key right now, if to focus on the elation I felt yesterday, not the fuck head who is killing himself. *hugs and kisses*

  5. Cristin Harber

    I’m a lurker here. But fuck yeah, you get ’em. Sorry you had to go through that. I work in real estate and so many people have had the wiring pulled out of their houses, the condensers in their AC units, hell even their gutters removed in broad daylight. None of them have had your reaction, and I commend you for knowing what you can and will do.

    • Thanks Cristin (and can I say that I love lurkers!). Yes, its a common problem, which sucks. Its sad really. To have to lock your fucking car as it sits in your driveway. My sister had someone break into their home the other night when they were asleep. She got up @ 2 am to go somewhere and was in the shower when she heard the bathroom door close. Wtf?! I guess its not 1986, when my cousin and I were only 5 and 6 and could walk across town, to the local park, and no one had to worry about us. Now we lock our doors, even when we’re home…

  6. What a bummer 🙁

  7. This is very sad, but I’m glad to know there are still gun-carrying citizens ready and willing to protect their own.

  8. I am so sorry. 🙁 Sucks to feel so violated but glad to hear you can defend yourself. 🙂 ^5 for that.

  9. While I am sorry, so sorry, to hear that your brand new house was broken into I am happy to see the rant, see you let out the anger (to a degree).

    I too would have said “yes” but the honest answer would be no. The flipside of that coin is that I think/say I would do ANYTHING to protect my family and I have so I am not sure really.

    Reading your rant here…I totally understand. And I know you and M will come through this just fine. And yay for gun toting citizens bent only on protecting what is theirs. *hugs*

    @jayne copper is a *very* valuable commodity. It gets stolen a lot off construction sights and, apparently, abandoned looking houses. There are those who will buy it for a good price and not care where it came from then sell for more it to contractors who also don’t care where it came from.

    • Yes, Catherine, the rant helped. And around my part of the woods, copper is going for over $3 a pound, which ends up being enough to buy at least a few stamp bags of dope. So I hope he got his fix. Put “warning labels” on the all the doors this weekend, “Nothing inside is worth dying for.” Hopefully, whoever he is, he’ll get the picture!
      *hugs and kisses* my dear. I’ve missed seeing you around!

      • *hugs & kisses* I haven’t been paying attention to much of anything this last little while. I intend to be more involved though and to give my own blog more attention than twice a week lol

        I hope he gets the picture too! It’d make me think twice… but then I’m a good girl. (managed not to laugh when I said that last!)

  10. workspousestory

    Oh no 🙁 I hope you can feel safe there with time… as you said, it probably happened because no one was there… poor you lots of hugs and kisses xxxxx

  11. Sorry to hear about that. My house was burglarized on my wedding day. Lessen I learned, besides investing in a killer guard dog and a sniper, a safe. One that is cemented into the floor.

    • That sucks about the wedding… My great-grandparent’s house was robbed during my grandfather’s funeral. Damn assholes. And I agree. A dog, a gun, and a safe. Still working on the safe, but got the first two covered. xoxoxo

  12. Oh crud! I am so sorry to hear this. You have been through so much lately, You DON’T need this.

  13. I don’t blame you for wanting to kill the a-holes who took away the purity of your happy moment. You’ve already done all the intellectualizing you can do over this; you’ll just have to wait until the rhythm of setting up your new home clears the taste from your mouth. Glad you’re all safe; glad you have a gun, in the event that a breakin happened while you’re home. (This is still one of the best weeks of your life; think of it like you found a turd in the driveway.)

  14. I think you have a wonderful family and I’m glad you”re happy again. Don’t let any addict take that peace of mind away from you. cheers

  15. Bummer. Talk about putting a damper on things. At least it wasn’t any worse than that.

  16. Hugs!
    May the thief get what he so richly deserves.

    I hope that you get everything straightened out in a timely manner.

    • *Hugs back*

      And being an addict is a horrible experience, I’m sure he suffers everyday… But, that is the road that was decided to be travelled… I just hope it’s not one of my damn clients. I would probably lose my job due to confidentiality… That would be my damn luck!

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  19. Been there and suffered the loss of the druggy burgler. Protect your family in your castle without hesitation. And do not feel bad for doing so.

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