I Got Hurt
I can’t remember if I told you that my daughter had been staying with me again. She was living at her dad’s place, he got abusive, and I told her to come over here. I’m sure you remember when I wrote last year about all the stuff she stole from me… thousands of dollars worth of my possessions, money from my jewellery shows, and I’m sure other things that aren’t covered under ‘my possessions’.
Anyway, I kicked her out after that and I really didn’t trust her to be in my home again, but things sounded very bad over at her dad’s place so I decided to trust her and let her into my home.
She was staying here for about two months until this weekend when I once again told her that she’d have to leave. She stole more stuff from me. And I’m not talking about my tanktops that I end up seeing her wearing, and I’m not talking about food. I don’t even think that she stole any money from me.
But what she did take was my wireless mouse for my laptop. It was pink (to match my laptop) and I’ll have to go through some effort to replace it – not to mention money.
She also stole my Telus internet stick. That thing cost me $36/month and I had to sign a one-year contract in order not to pay for the stick. Well my contract’s not over and my stick is gone. So I have to continue paying off that contract even though I don’t have the stick, and they told me if I wanted a new one it would cost me $200. So guess who won’t be having an internet stick any more?
The reality is that I can live without the stick – I hardly ever used it. I don’t like the thought that I’ll still be paying for something I don’t have, but it’s not life and death to me not to have it.
What the bad thing is to me is that I’m hurt. Hurt by her again. I trusted her and she let me down. I think she had it pretty good here. She had a nice place to live, food on the table, no abuse, some extras thrown in, and pretty much all the freedom she wanted. And she decided to throw that all away so that she could take my stuff. And I don’t understand why. As soon as I saw the internet stick missing, I called to cancel it. So no one could use it which means it was also not saleable. So why take it?
I don’t know if there’s some deep seated psychological meaning to all this, or if there’s some hatred going on for me that she decides she’ll hurt me by hurting my purse. I don’t know what it is. But it hurt me, disappointed me, and although we have a good relationship other than that, it makes me feel unloved.
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
I don’t understand that kind of behavior either. I have a similar story with the sister I once claimed. Gave her a roof over her head, found her a job (she was homeless at the time), the run of my place and all it contained. I came home ill from work one Sunday afternoon and most of my life was loaded in a van in the parking lot. She and a male friend were carrying my big stereo (stereo stuff was huge back then) down the stairwell. My apartment was 99 percent cleared out.
I got my stuff back, got them to dump everything in the grass before they hightailed it out of there but never understood what or why. The best I’ve ever been able to make out of it is that the values for some are not the same as the values for others, that values vary wildly from one individual to another, even, perhaps especially, if those individuals are closely related. It has nothing to do with how people were raised or taught, but with the choices each person makes in their own heads as to what is important to them and them alone and what values are meaningless in their opinion, regardless of how others think of those values.
I had to realize in my sister’s case that if I thought she’d ever ‘come around’ and see what I saw as a mistake, I’d be waiting a very long time. Unfortunately, most people like my sister have justified such behavior to the extent of believing it was the right thing to do and something to repeat again and again if given the chance. To my sister, it’s perfectly acceptable behavior and I’m the one in the wrong for questioning it.
Anyway, just my two cents.