Last night I fell asleep on the couch...my wife went to the bedroom and around 2am I woke up to a noise in the kitchen....
I walked to the kitchen and on the way there saw a side window to the house open...screen missing....got to the kitchen and saw a male adult standing there by my wife's purse.
I snapped.
I rushed him...apparently scared the [censored] out of him too because as soon as I threw him against the wall, he dropped to his knees and pleaded not to hurt him...that he was "lost"...I reached down grabbed him by the shirt around the shoulders and dragged him out of the house and threw him out the door.
It all happened so fast I had to stand there and wonder if it was a dream.
Once I collected myself, I saw the front porch light still on (activated by the motion detector)...and the side window open, screen torn off...and realized it was not my imagination.
I went to the bedroom, woke my wife and called the police.
Barney Fife arrived immediately...took down the details and said he'd keep me posted.
About 30 minutes later he shows up said he apprehended someone and asks me to come out to the car and I.D. him.
Sure 'nuff, same guy.
Turns out he was a transient from Missouri.....with a history of breaking/entering and burglary.
So it's "all over"...but now, just a couple hours later, I am shaking....I cannot describe the feelings I have....anger of being "Violated"...someone entering my previously safe and happy home...I mean, I NEVER locked my home before...now, I have too...reality has set in this morning.
Also, the other thing that really bothers me is the rage and hatred that went thru me when I saw him there...
Seriously, if he did not drop to his knees and plead, I think I would have caused serious damage to him....My last...maybe only thought when I rushed him was "split his head".
This behavior, that thought process, is not me....I mean it might have been when I lived in California...but not the "Rory of Iowa"...I am humiliated right now..angry and ashamed.
Am I wrong?
I walked to the kitchen and on the way there saw a side window to the house open...screen missing....got to the kitchen and saw a male adult standing there by my wife's purse.
I snapped.
I rushed him...apparently scared the [censored] out of him too because as soon as I threw him against the wall, he dropped to his knees and pleaded not to hurt him...that he was "lost"...I reached down grabbed him by the shirt around the shoulders and dragged him out of the house and threw him out the door.
It all happened so fast I had to stand there and wonder if it was a dream.
Once I collected myself, I saw the front porch light still on (activated by the motion detector)...and the side window open, screen torn off...and realized it was not my imagination.
I went to the bedroom, woke my wife and called the police.
Barney Fife arrived immediately...took down the details and said he'd keep me posted.
About 30 minutes later he shows up said he apprehended someone and asks me to come out to the car and I.D. him.
Sure 'nuff, same guy.
Turns out he was a transient from Missouri.....with a history of breaking/entering and burglary.
So it's "all over"...but now, just a couple hours later, I am shaking....I cannot describe the feelings I have....anger of being "Violated"...someone entering my previously safe and happy home...I mean, I NEVER locked my home before...now, I have too...reality has set in this morning.
Also, the other thing that really bothers me is the rage and hatred that went thru me when I saw him there...
Seriously, if he did not drop to his knees and plead, I think I would have caused serious damage to him....My last...maybe only thought when I rushed him was "split his head".
This behavior, that thought process, is not me....I mean it might have been when I lived in California...but not the "Rory of Iowa"...I am humiliated right now..angry and ashamed.
Am I wrong?