October 19, 2009

• Living With Thieves

  In order to keep up their drug habits, they steal. I’m talking about my roommate’s boyfriend and his friends….which are now her friends.

  He stole my car once. Not a fun situation, let me tell you. I wanted to punch his face in. He’s lucky he was sitting in the back of a cop car. I saw him only once after that before he went to prison. I didn’t talk to him, I didn’t look at him. I know my roommate knew he took my car. I went down to the kitchen to make something to eat, and she comes down practically right after me and says, “Crystal, where’s your car?”

  He got pulled over because my tabs were expired. My car almost got impounded. I almost had to get whiskey plates on my car because he was higher than a kite. Luckily, the cop didn’t charge him with a DUI. I think the cop felt bad for me that he stole my car. My roommate said to me, “Crystal I am so sorry. I am so so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen.” Not only in her words, but her tone of voice was an admission of guilt.

  After that, I no longer kept my keys on the kitchen counter. I took them up to my bedroom with me.

  Things were never the same between us after that night.

  After he went to prison, my roommate had other people of questionable character at the house. One of them started living there. I changed the password on my Macbook, because I had told it to my roommate once. That night I came home from work to see that someone had tried accessing my computer, because it said “Wrong Password”

  Umm. So I started hiding my laptop when I went to work and taking it with me everywhere I went on the weekends.

  It’s nice to see that my roommate, who had, at one time, been my best friend, has betrayed my trust in so many ways.

  Living with thieves is not fun. I am an honest person, and I hate living in fear of having my possessions stolen.

   

  EDIT:
  For those who don’t know, I’m moving out this weekend =]

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