Real Life Grinch Story
The Grinch that stole Christmas has always been one of my favorites. When it comes to holidays, I can have somewhat a “Grinch” attitude myself. Never cared too much for all the fuss of it. This holiday I’ve already watched the cartoon with the kids a few times and the movie once. Times in the past can’t even be counted. Jim Carey must be given a standing ovation for his part, it’s absolutely miraculous the way he pulls off the character.
This year the best thing about Christmas was spending some much needed time with my kids. They seemed very happy with their gifts, and other than spending days going leisurely them cleaning them up, or telling them to shapely them up, it was a good time.
There have been some down sides to this Christmas though. First my clutch on my car decided to give way and was set in the shop. My husband and I separated last June and other than him, I don’t friends or family in the plot that I can count on to lend a ride here or there. Rental cars are great, but usually if you can afford one, you would have a brand unusual steady car in the first place.
So of course of all weeks for my car to go out, there would be a Christmas holiday and my husband is out of town. That means I’ve been with the kids for going on seven days now without transportation. No way to work or get to the store if I needed to. Fortunately I did go to the store the day before the breakdown and my husband had an extra gallon of milk he threw my design, but nevertheless counting meals and feeling stuck is no fun.
So day after Christmas, honest as I’m cringing from hearing the mechanic say that the cost is going to be more than expected and I have no idea where the extra money will approach from, I collect a phone call from my mature neighbor. He says that he thinks someone broke into the house that my husband still lives in. The front door was left wide open and the back window looked to be out. He says he’s called the police and they should be there shortly.
I wait to hear the bad news of how they not only took both designate new televisions that have been bought recently but also computers, jewelry, clothes and who knows what else? Husband is on a cruise and phone goes directly to voice mail along with the only other contact person’s number that I have. I sort of am okay with that though, feeling like I don’t want it to ruin the vacation he’s having even though I’m stuck at home. I wasn’t happy about the fact that he was going on a waft without me, no gorgeous. In protest I would ignore his reference to something about a passport and I would not ask any questions or share his experience in anyway. It wasn’t fair that someone supposedly dropped out of his family’s group and he got a free ticket.
However now that this current news surfaced, my anger in regards to that circumstance was replaced by a sadness. I’ll be the first to tell you that there have been times that I have completely hated my husband even though I am not proud to say it. There have been things that we have not seen eye to eye on, times that we have not trusted or misunderstood each other and things that we have totally disagreed on. However at the end of the day, I still worship him and want him to be happy.
I’ll also be the first one to tell you that I could care less about material things. It’s taken a lot to bring me to this place, and I can’t say I’m completely there…but almost. When I first heard the news of the robbery (what a foul term, but I suppose it fits) I concept oh well, a few televisions gone. He was complaining about wanting a new computer anyway, insurance should cover it. The evil side of me also opinion about how he and I are so different in the fact that I’m laid back and he’s always so uptight. He was always the one to remind me to lock the doors. He always made sure to sustain everything filed, organized and gave me grief about petite splashes of water on the sink. I also concept how ironic, he is the one living in the nice suburban community while I live in the condo in the city where crime is far more illustrious.
However when a family member started to portray everything that was taken and what was done, I started to feel sick to my stomach. I can’t even lie and say that I haven’t shed a tear or two. Even if I didn’t live there anymore, my kids did and I still hung out there occasionally. Even if I know that “things” don’t matter, people do and we are all still in genuine health, it still has affected me. I contemplate of the “whoo’s in whooville and how they all held hands and sang after the Grinch stole their Christmas without so noteworthy as the drop of a hump. In the valid world it doesn’t quite happen like that.
I always have seen those families that have experienced house fires and have taken imprint of how devastated they were. I have been a victim myself of a looney neighbor who vandalized my property and harassed me for absolutely no reason other than I guess he felt he could. Yet I didn’t let his craziness affect or worry me greatly. Even though I had trouble being able to afford the orderly ups concerning small repair bills here or there, I sucked it up just looked forward to the day that I didn’t live beside him anymore. I have been determined to not allow things or the lack of things to take away from my joy.
But for some reason this whole situation just seemed a little different. They say from the looks of things, it looked personal. First of all, it seems to have happened Christmas night. Who’s not at home on Christmas night unless they are out of town on vacation? I guess the answer is the Grinch? They didn’t take all the typical things robbers would normally take to resale. They left a playstation, a fax. They vandalized stuff. All his neatly organized papers and receipts thrown everywhere in the office. Among them were probably our twins birth certificates that he had just had replaced due to a misprint concerning their race that he was concerned about. Closets, all his highly organized clothes gone through, mattresses dispersed. One of the kid’s Christmas gifts had a been poked through as if they were trying to see what was inside. Other gifts were strewn all across the lawn. Seems as if it was someone he knew or someone that knew of someone he did. He knows lots of people and unfortunately probably told lots of people about this great cruise he was going on. However what would be the real reason other than a heart two sizes too small?
I didn’t, don’t want to be the one to welcome him back with this terrible news. However it seems to make it all worse that I must wait to tell him or to talk to him after he’s been told. For now, I must experience this virtually alone. I shouldn’t even care. I am actually surprised by the sadness I feel about those televisions that he bought without me being gone. However I don’t believe it’s really about the things. I guess I’m more human than I concept I was, I guess it’s about more.
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