My house is gone. Burned to the ground. I left to get groceries and when I got back...it was too late to save anything. I don't think anyone called the fire department, they were only alerted when the fire alarms went off. That bastard he did this didn't he? But why? Isn't it easier to get someone when they're staying in place? This doesn't make sense, why did he do this?!
...I'm currently staying with my ex-husband's parents. As soon as I called them from the station, they drove over to pick me up. I cried like a baby when I saw them- things have just been so stressful and the house was the last straw. They told me I could stay as long as I needed. I think I'm going to be here for a little bit. Right now I feel very numb, like I'm in shock.
The only good thing that came out of this is the fact that my laptop survived. I had gotten in the habit of carrying it around with me everywhere, or at least leaving it in my car. The notebook did not make it out. I had left it in a drawer in my living room and everything inside the house was burned to a crisp. At least I uploaded those pictures so I have something to show for all of this.
I'm...going to go sleep for a bit. I feel exhausted. The parents still haven't woken up yet- turns out they're late sleepers.