Yesterday I realized that I have not seen a certain fuzzy blanket (my, and formerly XAHs favorite) for a while
XAH calls to arrange logistics with DS next week (he has been sober for 2 years - just got his 2 year chip)
Me: “Do you, by any chance, have my favorite fuzzy blanket?”
XAH:”yes - it is draped over my couch at my new place. why?
Me: “why did you steal it?”
XAH:”I took it back in December because I was cold and needed a blanket. You have many blankets so I thought it would not be a big deal. You did not notice till now - why is it suddenly a big deal?”
Pause - I am searching for the right words.....
Me:”that’s not the way it works. You can’t take things from people because you believe they have excess of something. It’s stealing”
XAH:”you will never change, good bye” and hangs up.
To his defense - he called back and apologized, I mentioned a few other things that were missing, and he admitted that “they ended up in his boxes somehow” and he will return them, along with the fuzzy blanket.
The funny thing is that I would have donated this blanket to him if he asked. I found the whole exchange absolutely hilarious, in a sad way....
