Update: This morning when I went outside, my camera was sitting on top of my car. Battery,dead. My keys are still missing...but like I said, The lady and her sons live right around the corner from me now. I had talked to this girl that knows them and she knows where I live so....yeah... I think that boy took it for sure now, but w/e I got it back....now, if only my keys show up mysteriously tomorrow, I'll be set.
I want yall to know the WHOLE story, so..this is long....
I have a bit of a problem.... Last sunday, after church, I was helping to clean up. The WHOLE time my purse was with me, until I got ready to go. But, I stopped to talk to my cousin for about 20 mins. I had put my purse by the door along with Lia's carseat. It was OBVIOUSLY my stuff cuz I carry the same purse to church all the time!
Well anyway, My keys were out in the open.
When I came back to my purse, I couldn't find my keys. I retraced my steps and went into every room I had been in, checked under every pew, in the choir stand, in the bathrooms. EVERYWHERE!
My keys were gone.
I even had the remaining people help me look, and we stayed an extra hour looking for those keys.... later on that night ( I had to go to my cousins house, cuz I was locked outta my house AND my freakin car) we called around to everyone that had been at the afternoon service ( it's a small church) to see if anyone had possibly picked up my keys on accident and we asked people to ask their kids if they had picked them up playing with them... well, I realized my camera was also missing. I was hoping MAYBE I'd forgotten it at home. By Monday evening I knew my camera was really gone and my stuff going missing was NOT an accident ( camera was IN my purse)
We kept calling one family in particular because, there was bout 5 families of kids that I was able to slow the kids down long enough to see if they had my keys, or seen anyone messing with my stuff. I'd asked one son, but realized, when we were looking for my keys, his brother was nowhere to be found. They won't answer the phone. No matter WHO calls. I really think they KNOW he took my stuff and are trying to protect him.( they claim the church shuns the older boy, but that's because he's really violent to the other kids, including his brother and you never know what sets him off, so it's really to protect the other children) I've had personal run ins with this boy in the past. He's thrown food in my face, called me a bitch, all kinds of stuff, threatened to kill me ( even told me my address and told me he'd break into my house and cut my throat) If other people hadn't been around when all this was happening, his mom would've said I was "picking" on him.
Now, the Wed before, he'd asked if he could hold Lia. I told him no ( he's hit children before, and I don't let ANYONE hold Lia that's under 18) and earlier that Sunday he asked me again and I said no again.
I want to call the police because I feel so strongly that he took my stuff, and all his mom is going to do is play it off like it's my fault.( He's stolen a cellphone before, and it took them 2 weeks to figure out it was him, cuz somebody saw him at school with the phone! When his mom asked him, he lied right in her face and she started snappin saying everybody was always pickin on her son...then a few days later his grandma asked him and he gave her the phone smh)
I mean unfortunately, if I call the police, they can possibly press charges, but what I'm hoping is, that he'll be afraid enough and just admit he took it, or possibly one of this kids saw him and they'll say something..... Shoot, his lil brother might've even seen the stuff around the house so...that's what I'm hoping for.
Also, I have to pay for my locks being changed and if he DID take my stuff, I want there to be a report so I can make sure his mom has a reason to pay me back.
Am I being petty tho? that's what somebody said but I feel like if we keep "protecting" these kids, they won't ever learn to respect other peoples stuff and that's how their asses end up in prison when they become an adult...never held accountable as a child, when it's still ok to "mess up"