When I got up this morning at 6:15 am to take my Labs out I noticed the power was off in our house. At 7:30 my wife called the power company and they arrived a few minutes later to see what the problem was. My wife went out when the power person arrived. Shortly after she came back in crying and telling me someone had spray painted the front of our home with white spray paint, the shutters, front door, and on the brick also. When I went downstairs to check it out the power person told me that our power problem was causes by someone taking all our fuses (18 of the screw in type) from the fuse box in our garage. So someone spray painted and then raised one of the garage doors went to the far corner of the garage in the dark then took the time to find the box and unscrew (and take) all the fuses. Gives you a very erie feeling. 

We live in a good neighborhood, same house for 19 years, tomorrow will be our 19th wedding anniversary. We have never had anything like this or simular happen. As I thought about it all I realized it was not kids, it had to be personal. 

My wife told me a few minutes later that she knew who was responsible. Yesterday she along with several other members of her AA group had gone to a divorce hearings involving two members of her AA group. All of them sat on the mans side of the courtroom showing support. When she told me this the thought crossed my mind, why would you want to get involved in that situation? I didn't express those thoughts, it was in the past and "how important is" it to give my opinion. My "don't react" mode kicked in also. 

But since the wife lives within 5 blocks of our house chances are great that she was behind what had happened. She and the drugs that have taken over her mind, body, and spirit. I don't have proof and I can't know that for sure but the "your a bitch" painted on our double doors is certainly a clue.

I didn't get mad or upset I just feel violated, that sick feeling in my gut. But the only thing I can do for me, and for her, is forgive her. And I have. I know it was the drugs, the disease, and not the person who did this deed, or most likely had it done. 

The program and my slogans came into play today. How important is it. Don't react. Live and let live & Let it begin we me. I'm better off today because of this program. My peace and serenity are also. HP gave me a golden opportunity to practice the program, and reminded me I am powerless. The rest was up to me not allowing the situation to make my life unmanageable.  

As I was driving to work later a thought did cross my mind. RLC why don't you pour a 2# bag of sugar in her gas tank? Get even! LOL. It was only a quick thought, and every one here that knows me, also knows I would never do such a thing. But the thought did make me smile. I also know HP was looking down smiling along with my Mother and Daddy who I am thankful taught me to always do the next right thing.    

HUGS,
RLC    
           

-- Edited by RLC on Friday 4th of March 2011 04:25:31 PM