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I threw him out.
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<blockquote data-quote="Lil" data-source="post: 670933" data-attributes="member: 17309"><p>There's nothing like knowing someone has gone through your private things to make you feel so ... violated. That's how I felt. I would have felt the same if some dirty stranger off the street did it. I suppose, in a way, a stranger did - because the son I knew and raised and loved, would not have done this to me.</p><p> </p><p>He also went through things. Some stuff that went missing was in plain sight. Some were not. One thing that went missing was a 6 CD changer still in a box that a friend had given us. We'd never used it and it was in my sewing room. Well, the box was all that was there after we kicked him out. CD's and DVD's were gone through. The jewelry was in my jewelry box, in the bottom where you'd have to pull out the tray to find it. There was also some scrap gold - bracelets and such I'd bought back in the 80's. But that ring. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite3" alt=":(" title="Frown :(" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":(" /> The last straw was the cash. It was in a jug in the very back of our closet behind my husband's shirts. He had to go in and actually move the clothing to find it. He could not have just happened upon it unless he was looking for something to steal. That has always been the hardest thing. Knowing he looked...and looked hard...for something to take from us. He left just enough cash in the jug (some dollar bills and pennies) that it was impossible to tell at a glance that it was empty...but nearly $700 was gone. After he left we checked my husband's guns to make sure they were still there. If they had been gone, my son would have gone to jail.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lil, post: 670933, member: 17309"] There's nothing like knowing someone has gone through your private things to make you feel so ... violated. That's how I felt. I would have felt the same if some dirty stranger off the street did it. I suppose, in a way, a stranger did - because the son I knew and raised and loved, would not have done this to me. He also went through things. Some stuff that went missing was in plain sight. Some were not. One thing that went missing was a 6 CD changer still in a box that a friend had given us. We'd never used it and it was in my sewing room. Well, the box was all that was there after we kicked him out. CD's and DVD's were gone through. The jewelry was in my jewelry box, in the bottom where you'd have to pull out the tray to find it. There was also some scrap gold - bracelets and such I'd bought back in the 80's. But that ring. :( The last straw was the cash. It was in a jug in the very back of our closet behind my husband's shirts. He had to go in and actually move the clothing to find it. He could not have just happened upon it unless he was looking for something to steal. That has always been the hardest thing. Knowing he looked...and looked hard...for something to take from us. He left just enough cash in the jug (some dollar bills and pennies) that it was impossible to tell at a glance that it was empty...but nearly $700 was gone. After he left we checked my husband's guns to make sure they were still there. If they had been gone, my son would have gone to jail. [/QUOTE]
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