So, I don't wear my engagement ring anymore, because I lost a bunch of weight and it's too big on me. I had planned (and still do) on losing more weight. I was therefore waiting on getting my ring resized until I was at my goal weight. So it sits in my bedroom in its box. Well, I went to look in the box the other day, and my ring is missing. I know, for a fact, that the last place I saw it was in its box. I pulled it out and tried it on for shits and giggles several months ago. But I'm not sure exactly how long ago. So, my dilemma is, who the fuck stole my ring. I live with my grandma, who has 2 caretakers, both of which seem pretty trustworthy and don't go upstairs to my rooms. My gram had a fill-in for her usual caretaker over the summer, and this lady was absolutely insane. Like I don't know how she has a job taking care of people, this woman was fucking nuts, certifiably fucking crazy. She very well could have wandered upstairs and snooped around. Or, the only other person I can think of, would be my former best friend. He's a heroin addict (on again, off again). I would hope that he wouldn't steal from me, we used to be like brother & sister, but never trust a junkie. I thought, I'm 90% sure, that I looked in my ring box after we stopped hanging out and saw my ring. I'm just crushed. My boyfriend spent a lot of money on my ring, like, a lot. He made me feel bad a few years ago for not wearing it and asked why I hadn't gotten it resized. I can't wear it to work either. I just feel so bad. And now, somewhat related...
My former best friend, as I mentioned above, is a heroin addict, for a very long time. I've known him almost my entire life, his family and my family grew up together. I called him my brother, he called me his sister. For jeebus sake we were born on the same day and year, 12 hours apart. We were (are) soulmates, platonic soulmates. We haven't spoken for 6 months because of his addiction. So, I see a post on Facebook this morning (on his brother's memorial page, he died of an OD) that he asked his brother to visit me in my dreams and explain what's been going on the last several months and for me to text him. I was floored. Part of me didn't want to text him, after all the shit he put me through. He put me through the ringer with my emotions, so many ups and downs. Good times were fucking great, bad times were fucking terrible, there was no in between. I lent him so much money when he didn't have a job, some of which he used for drugs. I hate that I have to think of him as a suspect in my ring theft, and now he wants to start talking again. Talk about bad timing. I was very hesitant to text him, but I did, a simple "hi". He texted back saying he would text me later, he was busy...typical. It's been 6 hours and I still haven't heard from him, I'm not surprised and somewhat relieved.
I just needed to vent, I chose here because you guys are fairly new to me, and fresh opinions might help. Also, my former best friend and I have way too many mutual friends on Facebook, I didn't need that shit. Thanks for taking the time to read, my friends. XxOo - Shan
