AzureStarr said:

You need to put a stop to it. My best friend, when we were roommates, used to do this kind of shit and I finally told her to knock it the fuck off. There is such a thing as compromise and communication and neat freaks tend to only put their insanity first. I'm pissed for you. Really I am.

I know exactly how you feel tho. Lemme tell you a lil story.

After my ex and I broke up I kept the apartment we shared. Well I ended up being evicted from the apartment because I simply couldn't handle the rent situation and so I asked my ex to help me move my stuff to my mom's. At the last minute he canceled and I begged him to please keep his promise to help me because I didn't have a way to get the stuff over. To make matters worse, it was that little twat he left me for that was the cause of the reason he wouldn't come over and help me. So in desperation I called my best friend and we loaded up her Jeep with as much stuff as it would hold.

The next day my friend was in Pasadena and some dude cut in front of her and then cut over the other direction almost causing her to crash her jeep. Well she honked her horn at the driver and a cop pulled her over for disturbing the peace with the honk (lame sound ordinance at noon on a busy street). Well she had just bought the jeep and it wasn't registered in her name and the girl she bought it from had tickets galore. So the cops impounded it and wouldn't release it to my friend unless she ponied up over $1,000 to take care of the fines on the Jeep. And they wouldn't let me get my stuff unless the fines were paid. I eventually lost everything I had. We didn't have the $$$ to get the jeep out and all my stuff was gone. Things that I loved so much that I had gotten from my family. So while my ex didn't actually throw out my stuff, it was because of him refusing to help me that I eventually lost all my stuff.



I know how you feel and it fucking sucks so hard. I'm sorry this happened to you

Damn... I am so sorry, Supa.

Thank you for telling me that story... it helps to know that someone knows exactly what I'm feeling right now. Thank you...

*hugs*

I know exactly how you feel tho. Lemme tell you a lil story.

After my ex and I broke up I kept the apartment we shared. Well I ended up being evicted from the apartment because I simply couldn't handle the rent situation and so I asked my ex to help me move my stuff to my mom's. At the last minute he canceled and I begged him to please keep his promise to help me because I didn't have a way to get the stuff over. To make matters worse, it was that little twat he left me for that was the cause of the reason he wouldn't come over and help me. So in desperation I called my best friend and we loaded up her Jeep with as much stuff as it would hold.

The next day my friend was in Pasadena and some dude cut in front of her and then cut over the other direction almost causing her to crash her jeep. Well she honked her horn at the driver and a cop pulled her over for disturbing the peace with the honk (lame sound ordinance at noon on a busy street). Well she had just bought the jeep and it wasn't registered in her name and the girl she bought it from had tickets galore. So the cops impounded it and wouldn't release it to my friend unless she ponied up over $1,000 to take care of the fines on the Jeep. And they wouldn't let me get my stuff unless the fines were paid. I eventually lost everything I had. We didn't have the $$$ to get the jeep out and all my stuff was gone. Things that I loved so much that I had gotten from my family. So while my ex didn't actually throw out my stuff, it was because of him refusing to help me that I eventually lost all my stuff.

I know how you feel and it fucking sucks so hard. I'm sorry this happened to you

nesseone said:

Amen!!!! You can always get another boyfriend, but you can't replace items that have sentimental value to you.

nesseone said:

Yeah... but, it's not that easy to do when I doubt that he did it with ill intentions, you know? I think he just thought I was hoarding needless things like I do in my purse.

Byron said:

Ya nut!

Yeah... that mini-cassette that you sent to me years ago... you know what I'm talking about? Well, months ago he started talking about my therapist... calling him a man. I'm like... I don't have and never did have a male therapist. He argued and said he had him on tape talking to me. For the life of me I couldn't think of what he was talking about.

A few weeks ago he got out the mini-cassette recorder that he decided to get out of my drawer and use for band practice and played about a minute that was left on the tape... he had recorded over the rest. 'Twas that tape you sent me. Which I had tucked away in that blue, wooden box with the sun, moon and butterflies on it.

So, when I say he hit every inch of the house... he hit it all.

You can call me suspicious, I dont know the guy from Zack, but I believe it was intentional.

I cant believe for a moment that he didnt know exactly what he was throwing out. He sounds like a control freak. That tape he taped over-- same thing.

I'm sorry if this sounds harsh but it's what i think based on what you have said.

At least it sounds as if it was an honest mistake. He sounds truly sorry. Seems like a good time to have a conversation about some of the "around the house" things that bother each other.

OMG. NOBODY TOUCHES MY SHIT.

Damnit, that is TERRIBLE. Definitely let him know not to EVER throw anything else away. I have a similar sad story as well.

My grandma used to "bless me" before bed when I lived with her. She would say (in spanish) that God would watch over me, and the stars, the moon and the sky. I had this card where she actually wrote it down, just like she would say it to me. When she died, I told my cousin about that and she said grandma never said those kind of things to her. It was like our thing.

So the card was on my dresser drawer, after she died, along with a few other things to remember her. There was also a candle there. Well one day I'm on the phone, listening to some recording, I think for a movie. My friend was in the room and I notice that the card fell over and caught on fire. I motioned for her to get it, I was kinda speechless and stunned. She got the card, and instead of putting it out right away, like by stomping it on the floor... She picks it up and I watched her become mesmerized by the flame and she actually tilted it so the fire would consume the card! She didn't realize what it was and her pyromaniac instinct kicked in, I guess. She's a fire sign. Anyway, I was really bummed because that was the ONLY thing I had with those words on it.

At least I have the memory. But it still sucks. It still makes me feel sick when I think about it. I mean, the part where she wrote the words was what burned! If it was the other side, I would have kept it still.

Oh, damn... Things that can't be replaced, no matter what they are, are priceless beyond measure...sorry to hear that.

If it makes you feel any better, I "accidentally" erased all of Althom's photos from the Org meet-up and replaced them with shots of Diva's nostril hairs...

Over the past few weeks, my boyfriend has slowly been condensing my closet to fit some of his artwork supplies into it. I didn't have a problem with it and he said he was going to just put my things into larger boxes to take up less space. No problem.

It wasn't until I saw a metal tin in my kids' room that I have had since the day my son was born, seven years ago, that held letters that family members and myself wrote to each child on the day they were born, as well as newspapers and magazines from their date of birth. The tin was empty. He said he took the things out and put them in boxes.

I was scared to look in the boxes in the closet, thinking that he probably threw out the majority of the stuff, thinking that it was junk... i.e. the magazines, etc..

Well... tonight I decided to look for the stuff, and I was right... all that is left are the letters, which I am thankful are still there. I then started looking around and noticed that a box that I kept all of my wedding stuff in was not to be seen anywhere in the closet. I then took every box out of the closet... nothing.

He finally came home and I asked him about it. Got online and searched until I found the picture that was on the box... to sort of jog his memory. He remembered. He said he emptied that box and threw the box away. He can't find the contents. All of the cards from my wedding, receipts from everything that I purchased for the wedding, a small bible that my grandmother gave to me, my garter, hotel soap samples... just everything... it is all gone.

I feel so sick about it. I don't know whether to be angry or just... damn. I have carefully held onto both boxes and their contents for years... eleven years for my wedding stuff and over seven for my kids' things... and it's just gone. Just like that.

I am just... I really don't know what to think right now. He feels horrible because I've been sitting here crying about it and I'm sure he threw it all away thinking that the reciepts were just junk that I had in there and the cards... he doesn't save cards so he probably thought nothing of it... just like the cards he through away from my ex-husband that I had kept... and the shampoo samples he probably thought were useless. I'm sure he knows he threw them away and feels too bad to tell me. God... I feel sick about this whole thing.

I don't think I'd feel this bad about it if I hadn't carefully known where each of those two boxes were at all times. Had I thought he'd just start throwing things away I would have said something... but I never thought he'd throw anything of mine away... even if he thought it was junk.

Sorry... had to vent.

Throw out his art supplies!

Over the past few weeks, my boyfriend has slowly been condensing my closet to fit some of his artwork supplies into it. I didn't have a problem with it and he said he was going to just put my things into larger boxes to take up less space. No problem.

It wasn't until I saw a metal tin in my kids' room that I have had since the day my son was born, seven years ago, that held letters that family members and myself wrote to each child on the day they were born, as well as newspapers and magazines from their date of birth. The tin was empty. He said he took the things out and put them in boxes.

I was scared to look in the boxes in the closet, thinking that he probably threw out the majority of the stuff, thinking that it was junk... i.e. the magazines, etc..

Well... tonight I decided to look for the stuff, and I was right... all that is left are the letters, which I am thankful are still there. I then started looking around and noticed that a box that I kept all of my wedding stuff in was not to be seen anywhere in the closet. I then took every box out of the closet... nothing.

He finally came home and I asked him about it. Got online and searched until I found the picture that was on the box... to sort of jog his memory. He remembered. He said he emptied that box and threw the box away. He can't find the contents. All of the cards from my wedding, receipts from everything that I purchased for the wedding, a small bible that my grandmother gave to me, my garter, hotel soap samples... just everything... it is all gone.

I feel so sick about it. I don't know whether to be angry or just... damn. I have carefully held onto both boxes and their contents for years... eleven years for my wedding stuff and over seven for my kids' things... and it's just gone. Just like that.

I am just... I really don't know what to think right now. He feels horrible because I've been sitting here crying about it and I'm sure he threw it all away thinking that the reciepts were just junk that I had in there and the cards... he doesn't save cards so he probably thought nothing of it... just like the cards he through away from my ex-husband that I had kept... and the shampoo samples he probably thought were useless. I'm sure he knows he threw them away and feels too bad to tell me. God... I feel sick about this whole thing.

I don't think I'd feel this bad about it if I hadn't carefully known where each of those two boxes were at all times. Had I thought he'd just start throwing things away I would have said something... but I never thought he'd throw anything of mine away... even if he thought it was junk.

Sorry... had to vent.

bkw said:

Man, this is exactly what I was thinking...

OMG. NOBODY TOUCHES MY SHIT.

Damnit, that is TERRIBLE. Definitely let him know not to EVER throw anything else away. I have a similar sad story as well.

My grandma used to "bless me" before bed when I lived with her. She would say (in spanish) that God would watch over me, and the stars, the moon and the sky. I had this card where she actually wrote it down, just like she would say it to me. When she died, I told my cousin about that and she said grandma never said those kind of things to her. It was like our thing.

So the card was on my dresser drawer, after she died, along with a few other things to remember her. There was also a candle there. Well one day I'm on the phone, listening to some recording, I think for a movie. My friend was in the room and I notice that the card fell over and caught on fire. I motioned for her to get it, I was kinda speechless and stunned. She got the card, and instead of putting it out right away, like by stomping it on the floor... She picks it up and I watched her become mesmerized by the flame and she actually tilted it so the fire would consume the card! She didn't realize what it was and her pyromaniac instinct kicked in, I guess. She's a fire sign. Anyway, I was really bummed because that was the ONLY thing I had with those words on it.

At least I have the memory. But it still sucks. It still makes me feel sick when I think about it. I mean, the part where she wrote the words was what burned! If it was the other side, I would have kept it still.

June7 said:

I "3rd" that opinion...

You will be in my prayers tonight....take care of yourself.

God Vina, that is so awful My grandma was so important to me too and I would kill to have something written by her to me. I don't have anything but memories

I have a cousin that becomes hypnotized by fire. She would die if a fire broke out in her house. She becomes totally fixated and can't move. Very strange but true...

I'm so sorry that happened, Vina.

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

Damnit, now I'm getting all misty! Thanks for the love Supa. You know, I don't think I've ever told anyone about this. Of course I told her after the flame was put out... I was so bummed and I explained why that card meant so much to me, and she was soooo sorry.

I didn't realize this fire/hypnotism thing was an acutal trait! I mean, I can kinda understand it. Fire is so powerful and it symbolizes transformation. Bonfires are cool, having a fireplace is cool... But this was just a bummer though. She had no idea. And I should have RAN to it instead of listening to the stupid movie recording, as if I couldn't have called back.

I too was stunned by the flame. I mean I couldn't even say anything.

AzureStarr said:

its not his place to say.....your purse is a different story. he didnt do it intentionally, but still, he should have known better than to just "throw "things out without asking.