A couple years ago while working at a different Public Storage location I met a lady and we seemed to hit it off really well. I found out she had a cleaning company and I was looking for someone to help out my dad. She started coming once a week to clean. Then my dad got sick and weak so she offered to go over everyday and fix his lunch and dinner. She was also cleaning my house and doing everyone’s laundry. It was working out so well. But things started disappearing. Stupid things! A brand new tub of butter, a large jar of peanut butter, a jar of Dukes Mayo and 6 brand new steak knives still in their box. I said something to my dad about it and he said he noticed all his red handled flatware was gone and some pretty bathroom hand towels. He decided to say something to her and she acted like she was hurt so we just figured she would know we were watching her. Fast forward a few months and my son Rylee called me at work and said his $20 in quarters was gone. She had been at my house cleaning that day so I called her and she gave me some story that was so far fetched I was angry and let her know it didn’t even sound true. But she had them and gave them back to Rylee and I let it go once again.
Just a few weeks ago my father and I had a huge fight. We had had a few words here and there and he had become very snarky with me. More than usual! I finally realized after this fight with him that she was pitting us against each other. That was the last straw! I typed up a text telling her she was fired, (it’s what the police department suggested I do) and I hit send just before I walked in the door of my fathers house to tell him a few things too. I couldn’t be around the negativity any more. I wasn’t going to buy his liquor any more, he wasn’t allowed to disrespect my husband, kids or myself anymore with his mean comments. Then I told him it was time for assisted living because I needed to focus on me and my healing! I kissed him on the forehead, told him I loved him and I’d call him tomorrow. AND “she” was finally gone!
Tonight Terry and I were over cleaning up and packing the things that are left in my dads house and I went to pack up his old collection of travel alarm clocks and they are gone. I don’t remember how many there were, 6 or 8 is my guess. All gone. Then I started looking around for some of the things I’d give. Them over the years and there was nothing! I told Terry, there we so many things that I’d given my parents over the years and I didn’t see any if them. All the little angels I’d given my mom, gone. Anything, EVERYTHING religious, gone. I am so angry I don’t know what to do.
I’m sorry, I know this doesn’t have anything to do with cancer but I just had to vent. I’m not sure what to do and any suggestions will be welcomed!
On another note, Terry told me today that if it would make me feel better, he would shave his head too. He said I did t need a wig, just to get some hats that I like and not worry about hair. I sure do love that man! I have a pretty amazing support group! But I have to say… my husband has been pretty awesome through it all. I love you Terry Pupp, with all my heart! Thank you for everything! Thank you for standing by me!