no trust

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So, Ashley has graduated, going into the navy, seemingly staying out of trouble. Life is great, right? Should be. Fathers Day, Ash brings him a shirt. She had taken out 45 cash from the money she deposited into the bank. She has a new shirt, he has a new shirt, she has seven bucks left. Hmmm, now I know she passed algebra, but it doesn't add up.

I ask, how much was the shirt? 19.99. How do you have two and seven bucks left? Chanell bought me this one. It rolls off my tongue, sometimes I can't help myself. I think you stole it.

While she was out last year (the six weeks that started one week before Thanksgiving and ended the week after new years) She furnished herself with a completely new wardrobe, all pro bono. Any time she goes to the mall, I ask for receipts. Which makes me think she will just hide them, bring them in slowly, or the old standby, Chanell bought them.

OK, now she is mad at me. She brings me the receipt, it's for jeans. No Le Tigre anywhere on the paper. She brings me another one, this one with a bank card.

I still don't believe her, I don't know how long it will take either. There is also a brand new bottle of polo sport on her bed. Who's is it? Chanells dads. Why do you have it? She took it. Doesn't he notice its gone? He doesn't wear it, obviously. Same shit, different day. I don't think she even knows how to tell the truth sometimes.

Stunningly, she calls and checks in yesterday. She may come home Thursday or Friday. Is it me? Is it her? Is it both? It could be I am a tired, exhausted, hurting bitch from lack of sleep and customers that I want to strangle and taking it out on her can be so easy, paybacks and all.

It could be that she is still in her pro-bono theft mode and just lies like always. It could be both, she could be telling the truth. Doubtful though .....

Who knows, I am going to bed ....