I’ve always been the gullible, trusting sort. I always say, “Don’t trust anyone,” and to a large degree, with strangers and most acquaintances, I follow my own advice. But when I let the walls down, I’m a complete sucker.
This morning may have changed that forever.
I got up early and went out to the building to get the necessary items to change the oil in my car. I had put the eldest child’s bicycle in there shortly after Former Houseguest moved out, so it would be safe from the elements, and from potential thieves until they could come and get it. I didn’t look around much when I did so, and this was my first time in there since then.
The jug and a half of oil that I had on the shelf was gone. Technically theft, but perhaps forgivable, or at least understandable, since FHG’s car goes through about half a quart per tank of gas. Pouring full synthetic in it is a complete waste, but such details don’t carry much weight when the one making the decision isn’t footing the bill.
On the shelf below where the oil lived was my small power tools – angle grinder, jigsaw, circular saw, Shooting Buddy’s belt sander that I borrowed a couple years ago*… Those are all gone, too. Along with my gas trimmer that I bought this year. After having last year’s model stolen from the same building almost exactly a year ago when it was at the old house.
That is inexcusable and unforgivable. There is no logical reason why FHG would need any of those items for their designed purpose. Since the building was locked, it was obviously an inside job, with FHG being the only possible insider.
Further investigation revealed that easily accessible boxes were pulled out from where I had them stored, and someone had rifled through the contents. God only knows what else is gone that I just haven’t missed yet. I’m glad I never got around to organizing things. That probably saved me from losing much more.
How the fuck can someone stoop so low and steal that much from someone who had sacrificed so much for them? I’ve always said that people suck and I hate them, but I always want to give the benefit of the doubt. Life keeps proving my initial conclusion accurate.
How can I trust anyone after this? I still hope to one day meet and cultivate a relationship with a special lady. How can I know when I can trust her, after someone I had known for quite some time had me so thoroughly fooled for months?
*A new one is on the way to you from Amazon. I hope I bought the right model. If it’s wrong, I’ll take it and reimburse you for the correct one.