So it may seem small to some people but one thing I hate is being stolen from… I’ve been stolen from my whole life, by my family or the drug addicts/dealers my mom would let live with us growing up, basically by everyone and the thing I hate the most now that I’m an adult is someone stealing from me.
Now ill get to my point, yesterday I left my car unlocked for a minute so my mom could grab her phone out of my car and when I went back out to lock it I was delighted by the sight of my sugar wafer cookies and my king size kit kat gone. The worst part is if she would have asked I would have given them to her but no she has to be shady like she always is and steal them from me.
I have no money for food to begin with and my mom has to steal the only food I had for the night, a king size candy bar and a .79 cent package of sugar wafers… Seriously mom? And this is a great example of the people I have to call my family… And a big reason why I am working so hard to get out of this environment.