Sorry for the wall of text, but I am really at a loss right now...
So, I guess somebody was in my house last weekend. I had class in the morning. My Mom picked up me & my littlest one early, like 8AM. My husband leaves for work around 1PM. I went to class & then helped my Mom do some things around her house before she brought me home around 5:30 or 6.
I had been in a hurry before I left & didn't make my husband a lunch to take to work. No big deal, he's a grown man. Surely he can make a sandwich or whatever. I start calling him 30 minutes before he needs to leave so he will get up and get going. He kind of overslept and was kind of gripey about not being able to find stuff for his lunch and I had my debit card (his is broken). So he was going to work for 10 hours with nothing to eat.
When I get home, the fridge is beeping at me. I thought that was weird and I see that somebody has slammed the door hard enough to knock the shelves off. I fix it and never even notice that the door has been ripped off one of my cabinets. My curling iron had been thrown across the room as well. I curled my hair in the kitchen before leaving so that was weird and seemed kind of targeted at me. When I do notice the cabinet and curling iron, I think my husband has lost his freaking mind about his lunch. My first husband was a real abusive jerk and he did crap like that. Stomp around and break stuff if he didn't get his way.
I was *REALLY* upset. I was angry and sad and.. I cried and cried until I puked. I was very, very upset. I pick up my sleeping 4 year old and carry him to my bed. I cuddle up to him and cry until I'm asleep. I ignore my husbands texts and calls. We take a couple hour nap.
When I wake up he sends me a message that says he hopes I am sleeping and not hurt. I send him a message that says I was sleeping because I came home to find the dumb Sh1t he did, cried until I puked and went to sleep.
He says "what dumb sh1t?" I tell him about the cabinet door and the fridge & he is like "what? Are you sure our big dog couldn't have done it?" He says is anything missing? I go check and the only thing that is missing is a 2 liter bottle of Dr. Pepper that he says he had setting on the counter to take with him to work. My laptop has possibly been moved. I had it in a bag ready to take to school but left it by the front door. It's been moved to the rocking chair in our entry way.
My husband leaves work early to come home and make sure that everything is okay. He wants me to take my 4 year old, put him in the truck and take him to the gas station to wait until he gets home 90 minutes later. I didn't do that. It was dark and rainy and I wasn't going outside alone if there was a creeper when I have my big dog inside... who obviously did an awesome job keeping an intruder out earlier...
Anyway, the cabinet door is ripped... like the wood is splintered. Not from the hinges, but the wood is ripped. I tried to pull the cabinet door off & I couldn't do it. I tried to get my husband to punch another door and see if he could break one off like that but he wouldn't.
My husband's computer is a nice gaming computer. Mine is a crappy $300 one so if they were going to take one... why mine?. Our xbox is there. Our flatscreen tv is there. Literally nothing of value is missing. Our bedroom door was open and my daughters (almost 12 years old) bedroom door was open. I don't see anything out of place at all except my guinea pig cage in my room has been knocked about. I got my new guinea pig the night before so that may have been targeted at me, too. Or maybe the dogs, which is why that door should have been shut.
I assumed then that that my husband was lying. He knows about my first marriage and he knows that if he starts acting like my first husband, I would be gone. I would be. I have no tolerance for abuse and I swear to God if he started acting like my ex, I would be gone (for not only my own sanity but for my children.. I refuse to let them grow up in a war zone). I really did think that and have not been too worried about a creeper until tonight.
My husband came home from work and said he did not like the way the neighbors were standing there watching him leave today and he thought they were the creepers. He said he thought we should pretend to leave and me take the kids away and he would wait to see if someone tries to come in. I said I think we should just set up a camera to see if it is our 110lb dog being nutty or if someone is actually coming in the house. Now I feel like puking again... I am actually worried that there is a creeper, weirdo, thief, murderer, whatever.
We live down a long, windy, private road in a very rural area. We live at the end of a circle drive and we would have to drive by our neighbors house to get home so they would see us coming if it was them & they would have time to go out the back door. For a long time I was the only woman on the private drive and I was scared to be home alone. It is very secluded & we have no landline (isn't available here) & very spotty cell service. I am not entirely comfortable around men..so that may account for some of my feelings. (like I will not even get on an elevator alone with a man. Not going to happen.)
So... what do you think? Why would someone break in, slam my fridge, tear up my cabinet & leave without taking anything (unless they took a 2 liter of pop which costs $1)? OR do you think they are a pervert who is coming in to make a video, steal underwear, something like that. (There was a guy arrested a town over a few years ago for breaking into women's houses & ejaculating in their shampoo and condiments which is why that is on my mind.) OR do you think they come in regularly for pills and our dog is like "is that bacon? Sure.. come on in"? My husband is a disabled combat veteran with PTSD, he gets pills mailed to him regularly from the VA that someone may be interested in taking or selling, whatever druggies do. If they are taking pills they aren't taking enough to notice. OR do you think my husband is just covering his tracks for losing it over not being able to find the aluminum foil to pack his own lunch? Or is it something else?