Oh I can feel your pain. My father was an alcoholic growing up. Needless to say I spent a lot of time at my grandma's. She was my angel. When she got older I spent my early twenties living with her. I sacrificed a lot. I did not do the things twenty year olds do being that I was taking care of her. I stayed with her until she went to heaven... My aunt moved into her home and threw many of her things out. So I really had nothing of hers to keep, except for a few pieces of jewelry. My addicted boyfriend pawned it for three hundred dollars. I was able to buy back some of it, but the rest is gone. I have one ring now... Though the ring is meaningless to me being that he pawned it. I keep it hidden and I never see it out of fear that he will break in and do it again. Even if I never see of hear from him again, there is always that fear. I might as well throw it out.