Mugged

So, Monday morning around 1:25 am I was mugged at gun point by 2 black males around 6' and 6'2" tall. Sadly, I was always so sure that I'd be able to handle myself in this situation due to all the self defense classes I'd taken at college and a church in young womens. I also, like most women, always thought "it will never happen to me I'm too cautious." I always did everything right. I never parked in the shadows. I always had my keys wrapped in my hands like brass knuckles with my car key out and ready. I never approached my passenger's side door first. I scanned the parking lot with my head held hight and alert. I keep kicking myself in the tush over how stupid I was Monday morning.

I was so stuffed up I couldn't sleep and the Nightquil never did anything for me other than made me drowsy. So, before I went mad I got in my car and went up to Kroger while Reggie was on his overnight shift. This of course has lulled me into a false sense of security and usually Its okay because Bernard the Security guy watches me go to my car. I parked under the tree on the Far right side of the parking lot by Reggie's car. Mistake number one of the night. I went in and bought tissues, decongestant and a Greek yogurt to try. I went to put them in the car since I was going to be in there for a little bit talking and keeping Reggie awake and I didn't want my yogurt to go bad. I made it to my car. I had scanned ahead of me but not by where the keep the extra carts. Mistake number 2 for the night. However its only half a mistake as I did keep alert and scanned the parking lot just not the building. *sigh*

Mistake number 3 I didn't have my keys ready and I took precious time at my car fiddling with them. Again, I have never slipped up like that. I've always got my car key in between the two middle fingers. Mistake number four for the night...I went to the passenger side door which was full with a basket I was using for work. I didn't really have time to unlock the door when I noticed movement out of my peripherals. I'm good with peripherals but not good enough. I thought it was one of the homeless that I normally meet when I go up there that late.

I turned to say that I didn't have cash but he could have my yogurt if he wanted and noticed the first black male wearing a mask and had something pointed at me. I started Screaming like I was taught, hoping Reggie could hear me in side. Nope! As he grabbed my purse I noticed it looked like a paint ball gun so I swung my keys in my hands at him and screamed again. I screamed a third time as he wrenched my FAVORITE purse EVER out of my hand and ran away, I threw my keys at him as he ran and almost ran after him but thats when I noticed the taller black male who was bigger built than the one who took my purse so I just ran to the emergency exit of the store and pounded on it. Reggie met me at the front door and trembling I yelled that I'd been mugged.

He looked for the police number and after a minute or two of not finding it he tossed me my phone and told me to call 911 while he called his friend Johnny up to the front. I'm still not sure why. I think it was to have someone up there while he was busy with me to watch the front. I was calmed long enough to make the phone call but as soon as I hung up I was trembling and in utter duress. I couldn't stop crying.

That is officially the worst day of my life and I've lived through a house fire. *sigh* I pray daily that none of my friend male or female ever have that experience. I got a total of about 3 hours Monday and 3 hours Tuesday. Tuesday before we went and saw Alice in Wonderland, I saw the detective to give my 3rd and final statement with a secretary present. The two Bastards are in custody, however, they can't really charge them with armed robbery due to no evidence. I'm hoping that the detective was able to go to Kroger and get the surveillance video and that he can arrest them for the right crime. They had robbed someone before me just up the road a bit and were in the process of a home invasion when the police apprehended them.

Now here is the kicker, the Detective also told me that the "paint ball gun" I'd seen was actually a children's size 22 shot gun. It took about 5 hours for this to all settle in after a botched trip to the DMV, several minor arguments with a husband who doesn't quite understand what I was really going though, no sleep and the flu. I ended up in a near psychotic meltdown. So much for being fine :P Reggie was kind enough to listen to me babble on about how I was feeling. I think he finally understood where the mini break downs were coming from this after noon. Him not understanding why I was breaking down sobbing every five minutes is what lead to a lot of our arguments that day. I was also finally able to let out everything that I refused to say aloud. I really was wrong to say I was fine. I was physically fine but mentally I haven't really been. Just been putting up a strong face for everyone.

All in all I'm fine now. Really! I'm drained and not sure I'll be getting out in crowd's too much this week. I'm going to at least go to sacrament. I know there will be lots of ladies at church freaking out over me if I don't. I missed choir tonight, which Reggie didn't agree with, because I've been so drained today. I don't need to miss church on Sunday.

I haven't gotten anything back. Reggie said he'd take me to Walmart after he gets off tonight to look for a new purse when there shouldn't be anyone in the store. I know its irrational but when I'm out in public I feel like all eyes are scrutinizing my every move. *sigh* Well I guess thats about it. I'm sorry for putting if all out there but it does help me to write everything down. I would have done it Monday night but I wanted to wait till I did my final statement at the detective's office.