Edit: so sorry this turned out so long!
A few months ago I moved in with my boyfriend but only brought a suitcvase of stuff with me to his house, like a long holiday. My contract with the flat I was living in was not up yet and I had no choice but to keep it untill the begining of the month.
A friend of mine was in town searching for a flat and asked if she could stay for a short time at my flat while she found herself somewhere to stay. I accepted. So far so good.
So last month I politely asked her if she had found a house yet and when she would be moving out. She said in two days and so I went with it. A week later I went back to my huse to move thing out and found her there. I did not want to sound rude but I asked her why she couldnt have just informed me that she had to stay on a little and that anyway, she had to move out because my contract was out.
So thursday my boyfriend goes to my house to have a look and try to decide how many boxes I would need to move out and found her there. He told her to move out by friday.
friday: we go into the house and i'm packing my stuff and I find so much missing. Now when I say so much I mean so much. My shoes were gone (trainers, ballet flats, dressy boots and sandals, work shoes), my juicy tracksuits (i collect -well used to- juicy tracksuits), tshirts, tops, sweaters,leather jackets. Some no expensive item that I just loved, like necklaces i bought in a street stall in Bahamas, or my ex that passed aways bday present sweater. My jewelry, infact my jewelry box it's self was missing. In it included a necklace my Grandmother had given me recently before she passed away.
...and last but not least; my bags. All of them. I had the newest ones I used with me at my boyfriends, but even so, my Mum's vintage chanel clutch, 3 Gucci bags,2 Chloe (one of them my gorgeous python silverado!), 3 LV's, one Lv suitcase, a Fendi and 4 Diors (2 of them saddle bags). Goodness, te more i type te more i realise is gone. I just noticed I don't have ANY sunglasses! Oh and another one, completely unworn Stella McCartney shoes -was still in the box!
I called her a million times. No reply. I texted her and eventually replied asking how i could even dare accuse her. I just want to scream "funny how my TV is still there if I got robbed!, the theif seems to know alot about bags!". I dont want to scream and threaten her so I can get my things back. I kept pleading with her saying, its ok that she borrowed stuff and it must have got mixed with her clothes!
I cant call the police as I gave her the keys to the flat and cannot prove anything. Its my word against hers.
So when this happened my boyfriend shook his head and asked, in Jack Johnson's words "Where did all the good people go?"
I paid the rent, the bills (she didnt pay ONE bill! NOT ONE!"). How did I deserve this?!?! No one deserves this. This just made me lose my faith in humanity. I worked hard to have everything I have. Or had.
Goodness...I cannot get over this. I feel like my whole life has been taken away from me. Not that I can't live without material possesions, I can with no problems. It's just I feel broken that someone can do this to somebody.
A few months ago I moved in with my boyfriend but only brought a suitcvase of stuff with me to his house, like a long holiday. My contract with the flat I was living in was not up yet and I had no choice but to keep it untill the begining of the month.
A friend of mine was in town searching for a flat and asked if she could stay for a short time at my flat while she found herself somewhere to stay. I accepted. So far so good.
So last month I politely asked her if she had found a house yet and when she would be moving out. She said in two days and so I went with it. A week later I went back to my huse to move thing out and found her there. I did not want to sound rude but I asked her why she couldnt have just informed me that she had to stay on a little and that anyway, she had to move out because my contract was out.
So thursday my boyfriend goes to my house to have a look and try to decide how many boxes I would need to move out and found her there. He told her to move out by friday.
friday: we go into the house and i'm packing my stuff and I find so much missing. Now when I say so much I mean so much. My shoes were gone (trainers, ballet flats, dressy boots and sandals, work shoes), my juicy tracksuits (i collect -well used to- juicy tracksuits), tshirts, tops, sweaters,leather jackets. Some no expensive item that I just loved, like necklaces i bought in a street stall in Bahamas, or my ex that passed aways bday present sweater. My jewelry, infact my jewelry box it's self was missing. In it included a necklace my Grandmother had given me recently before she passed away.
...and last but not least; my bags. All of them. I had the newest ones I used with me at my boyfriends, but even so, my Mum's vintage chanel clutch, 3 Gucci bags,2 Chloe (one of them my gorgeous python silverado!), 3 LV's, one Lv suitcase, a Fendi and 4 Diors (2 of them saddle bags). Goodness, te more i type te more i realise is gone. I just noticed I don't have ANY sunglasses! Oh and another one, completely unworn Stella McCartney shoes -was still in the box!
I called her a million times. No reply. I texted her and eventually replied asking how i could even dare accuse her. I just want to scream "funny how my TV is still there if I got robbed!, the theif seems to know alot about bags!". I dont want to scream and threaten her so I can get my things back. I kept pleading with her saying, its ok that she borrowed stuff and it must have got mixed with her clothes!
I cant call the police as I gave her the keys to the flat and cannot prove anything. Its my word against hers.
So when this happened my boyfriend shook his head and asked, in Jack Johnson's words "Where did all the good people go?"
I paid the rent, the bills (she didnt pay ONE bill! NOT ONE!"). How did I deserve this?!?! No one deserves this. This just made me lose my faith in humanity. I worked hard to have everything I have. Or had.
Goodness...I cannot get over this. I feel like my whole life has been taken away from me. Not that I can't live without material possesions, I can with no problems. It's just I feel broken that someone can do this to somebody.
