raw

This past week has left me feeling raw and exposed. Those feelings are really no good. I came home last week to find that someone had made themselves right at home in my home and took whatever they wanted during the daylight hours while I was away at work. It was one of the worst feelings I've experienced when I walked alone through my kicked in door and where some of my electronic belongings once sat were only their outlines created from dust on my black furniture they so kindly left behind.
Maybe they needed my things more than I did. It's an unfamiliar feeling standing in the place you know so well feeling that someone you don't know had their way with your things while you were completely unaware. I can't go into my closet without involuntarily picturing the way I found it. Clothing strawn, containers dumped, drawers emptied. The memories I have left of my dad were scattered among my sheets. Someone who has no idea who I am saw my most personal sides.  I can't fall asleep at night without picturing what it must have looked like on the inside as someone was kicking in my door while no one witnessed except for my small pup. I'll never again see the jewelry my dad bought when he was in love with my mom. Someone will wear it on their finger and have no idea of its past journey and what it meant to someone, that someone being me.

Last night, while sitting alone in unfamiliar surroundings, I got a message from one of the last people I would have expected. This was not a welcomed encounter.

Please God, I pray that this week is uneventful and boring and plain.