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I could strangle my husband.
For about a year now, we've been having things taken from our house. The first time, it was the change in the family tax jar (a 3-foot tall Pepsi bottle, which was half full -- about $500). We confronted the 12-year-old about it and then set up a web cam for a couple months. Nothing happened.
When the tax jar was about half full, it happened again. In addition, the pills were missing from my bottle of prescription pain killers. Again we confront the 12-year-old and again she swears it wasn't her. (Which I believe -- she knows the money in the tax jar goes to fund vacations, weekend getaways, museum trips, etc.)
You guessed it... again it happens (the change from the tax jar)... and it happened again about a month ago. This time I went to the police department because, in addition to the change, all my jewelry was gone.
Prime suspect is my good-for-nothing brother-in-law. He phoned my husband today and wanted to use one of our cars to go to his methadone clinic tomorrow. Hubby refused. Then he called again and wanted us to drive him to get keys to their mom's car -- she is vacationing 4 hours down the road. Again, hubby refused. BIL calls a third time and says that mom will meet them halfway. Hubby AGREED! WTF?!?!
I told him he had better spend the entire 4 hours finding out where in the hell all my jewelry went.
:grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr: :grr:
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