About a year ago, I was still reeling from the callous betrayal and disrespect of me, my trust, my home, my generosity and my friendship by the former friend who house-sat for me during my deployment. The police report was filed, and my grandmothers guitars, my television, flat-screen computer monitor, some clothing, some jewelry, some nicknacks, knives, silverware, dishes and other stuff—all things that held no significant monetary value (other than Grandmas vintage classical guitars)—were gone forever. Its been a year since Ive been home and I have worked hard to move past the hurt and anger I felt toward this woman (I truly wanted to do much bodily harm, and Im not a violent person), with Its just stuff; stuff can be replaced or forgotten as my mantra. I was doing pretty well ... until tonight. Hana made her very first devils food cupcakes from scratch today, and when we got the KitchenAid out to make the frosting, I discovered my whisk, paddle and dough hook no longer exist in this house. We tore through every cupboard and both pantry closets. They arent here. I can only assume they fell victim to the biggest liar and con artist Ive ever known. Damn it. Im angry all over again.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 04:27:21 +0000
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