To the asshole that stole my wallet....

Dear asshole,

I hope it was worth it to steal my wallet...while I was eating dinner with some of my best friends. 

I don't care that you essentially charged over $5000 to my credit cards.  I don't care that you did that, I honestly don't care.  

I am the dumbass that kept my social security card in my wallet, I am the idiot who had my son's birth certificate in there.  I am the one who left my purse open underneath my seat.  I am not saying that I didn't make mistakes.

However, I am most angry because underneath the rewards cards, the credit cards, the IDs, the Sam's club, the health cards; underneath those things were some things that were more important to me.  They were worth more than some stupid credit cards, or some things that can be replaced.  

I had pictures in my wallet.  Pictures that can't be replaced.  Pictures from when Randy and I were dating...specifically a photo strip of pictures from our first weekend away in Milwaukee.  We took them at a rest stop on the way home; and we were so happy, and so young, and so skinny, and so in love.  Sometimes, when I'm mad at him, I look at that picture and it makes me remember.  It is priceless.

I also had a list.  This list is important to me on so many levels.  My grandfather, who is 96 years old, once gave me a book.  This book listed several pieces of advice, my grandpa underlines one piece of advice.  "Make a list of 25 things that you want to do before you die.  Keep it in your wallet, and refer to it often."  I made this list, I made it probably 15 years ago, I bet my grandpa doesn't remember even giving me the book, or underlining that passage, but I remember and I loved that list.  Some of you may have seen it.  It's been in my wallet for that entire time, except it's frail...it's a paper that has been with me for years.  It has been written on, things have been crossed out, dates that I will never remember were written on there, items that were written on there that I will never remember dates for.  Out of everything that was taken, this is the item that hurts me the most.  The fact that I will never see that list again, the fact that someone probably just threw it out, when I would have paid twice what they stole to get it back, all this makes me so incredibly sad and angry.  That list was priceless to me.

So fuck you dude.  I hope they catch you, but mostly I hope this never happens to anyone else, because aside from the drama, aside from the inconvenience, it's scary to feel vulnerable like that.  

Sincerely,

Becky