Today could be a better day. I wish it was a better day. I really would like to not be writing about the birthday gift I received from Jeremy. Although, I truly appreciate the time and effort it took. It is testament to what real friendship is.
The gift I am talking about is a new door knob and dead bolt for my apartment - installed and everything.
What's sad is that I felt the need to change my locks to begin with. It upsets me to know that I was wrong about trusting someone with my home. That even faced with mountains of evidence that I was wrong, that I still hung on to whatever remnant of loyalty to our friendship that I could find. And when I could find nothing, I still hung on. After finally giving in to the truth, I blamed myself. It was me after all that gave him the key and access to all my stuff. (Thanks for calling me a battered wife, Goose) I blamed drugs. But I still have plenty of friends who do plenty of drugs, without stealing from anyone. And even now, as I try to write about it, I edit and delete and re-write sentence after sentence, somehow trying to explain the unexplainable. To find reason where none exists. Why? is a question that I cannot answer.
All I can do is recognize that Richie is a thief, and then act accordingly. Sad
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