How much more??

Maybe I shouldn't write about bad things when they happen. I guess Satan realizes that we're still alive so that means he can keep targeting us. Around 12:30 a.m. my sister's car got it's back windshield, the two back windows, and the driver's side shot. It was a pellet gun we think. This is the second time it's happened, the last time being in September on the anniversary of when our family's business got broken in to and had over $40,000 worth stolen. The last time, the jerk shot out my back windshield and a hole in my taillight. He also put 6 bullet holes in my sister's car and shot out her back windshield. We discovered it when she was leaving for work and I was leaving for class. This time he did what I mentioned earlier and shot three holes in my dad's work van windshield. I discovered it this time. We of course have no way of knowing who did this. At first I was OK and trying to handle it without my sister finding out because she called in to work sick today with a cold. But mom and dad had gone to visit Tommy in the hospital and, therefore had turned off their cellphones, Deborah and Glenn were in Waynesboro, friends were all out of town, and I ended up listening to every one's voice mail. I was sitting on the front porch so Tina wouldn't hear me and come outside to investigate and be awakened to seeing her car like that again. And in that moment, I felt very alone and unsure of what to do and just started bawling my head off. I wanted to get the glass replaced before she saw it and I couldn't find the people's number that did it last time this happened. And I wasn't sure if I needed to call the police first to file a report (what good that does). And so I just sat there in my pajamas crying on the front porch. And then my phone rang and it was my good friend Carreen wondering if I still wanted to go to the zoo with her and her kids. I was really looking forward to that too. So I sobbed and explained what happened to her and her husband and they came over just to sit with me and wait. :) I finally got in touch with Tommy's son who let me talk to mom. And the worst part of all this is, I had to tell Tina. She never did find out on her own, but the guys that are repairing her car could only get two of the windows today(of course). So she would have found out anyway, and we were about to leave and get some coffee. I figured it was better to tell her instead of her just walking out there and seeing it. And so we've pretty much just taken turns crying since then. I'm SO tired, my eyes hurt, and once again... I'm mad at the world. I swear one day I'll have a happy post. :( Jeesh.....