Today I sat through something I hope you never have to sit through. I listened to the man who broke into my house plead guilty to eight burglary charges. Mine being one of them.
I’ve reported on plenty of burglaries over the past ten years. This is the first time I’ve been on the other side of things. And it’s wretched.
A little background… In November, I came home from working an unplanned second shift to a wide open front door. I had a moment where I thought maybe the wind blew it open. But then I saw my TV was gone, as was most everything else in the entertainment center.
After spending several hours with the police determining how the burglar got in, what was taken, and what I could do next, I stayed at our friends’ house. But I couldn’t sleep. I kept seeing the front door and the living room the way I found it hours earlier. My dog was clearly upset, and together we were a mess.
Over the next few weeks I dealt with follow ups with the police, the insurance company, and my own insecurities.
It wasn’t until a month later that some of the “closure” people talk about started to come. A man down the street walked in on a guy breaking into his home. He chased him down, and caught him.
Today I found out this guy nearly immediately admitted to seven other break ins. He even took police around to the homes he broken into, telling them what he got where.
His explanation as to why he did all of this? He had started drinking again and was using Percocet.
Today the District Attorney’s Office announced what it suggests this guy get for a punishment — five years with all but one year suspended, and two years probation. Whether that’s what he actually gets remains to be seen. The judge has the final say, and the sentencing has not been scheduled yet.
My next step? Writing my victim impact statement. Perhaps that will give me more closure. We’ll see.