As you know, I take the train downtown. I drive to Chicago, only to get on the train and take it the rest of the way in. I rarely park in the Metra lot because it's a pain to get out of, I hate paying for parking, and it gets all muddy when it rains. Even though it's a bad neighborhood, I park on a side street, along with many other people.
Yesterday, I came back to my car, only to find my window smashed and my stereo missing. Of course, I did what any woman in my position would do, and I started to cry. Then I called the police. Not like I expected them to do anything, but I had to get a report on file. Of course I didn't have a pen with me to write down the number. After I got off the phone with the police, I called Randy. In case it isn't totally obvious, he and I are going through a VERY rough time right now. However, he's always been my rock, and I could only think of calling him. He's always made it better. The sound of his voice always comforts me. Anyway, I'm crying and was so distraught that I couldn't figure out what to do next. He managed to (somewhat) calm me down enough to get me to call my insurance company. So I get off the phone with him, and I call the insurance company to find out what to do. I tell you, State Farm is worth all the money I've paid them over the years, because they were able to give me a number to a 24 hour glass place. While I was on the phone with the glass place, Randy pulled up. My sweet man, in my moment of need, no matter what is going on between us, stopped what he was doing and drove to Chicago to be with me. No matter what doubts I have that he loves me, how angry he is with me or me with him, he came to me when I needed him. That tells me right there that he loves me still. So he gets me home, gets the kids for me, and gets me calmed down.
This morning as we're driving in to work, I was thinking about my car. I had my favorite My Chem cd in the stereo, and the thief kindly left it on my seat. They didn't take any of my cd's, and I had a whole bunch of them in the car. They left Tristan's car seat, which as you know isn't cheap. They left my $350 designer sunglasses in the car. They only broke the rear smaller window instead of breaking out all the glass. I had a half a cup of coffee sitting in the cupholder, and instead of spilling it all over my car, they set in on the floorboard so it wouldn't spill. They could have stolen my car, and instead they left it for me. While I still feel completely violated, it could have been a lot worse. I'm grateful that they didn't do more damage, I'm grateful that Randy loves me still and didn't leave me alone to deal with this, and I'm grateful that the kids and I weren't near the car when it happened.
I hope Randy can forgive me for what I put him through this past year, and I hope that whoever stole my stereo needed the money more than I needed the stereo.
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