There is one tenant in this house who sometimes complains her things are being used. She's the only one who ever complains. Someone is going into her cupboard and using her spices, she says. I have no idea who would be doing it, and really can't imagine anyone doing that.
But today, after having used it this morning, my new jar of peanut butter is missing. Before it went missing, she complained again of someone going into her cupboard and using her spices.
There are five tenants here. Two had already gone to work before I used the peanut butter, and one didn't wake up until after it was gone. Which leaves the one who made the complaint.
It feels like a message, having decided it must be me, and so taking something of mine is punishment. I never use her stuff, nor would I, but having decided it must be me, she’s punishing the culprit because she's got it all figured out. I can't prove it was her. I could say I know it's her, just as she feels she knows it's me. What I do know is she’s 100% wrong.
But today, after having used it this morning, my new jar of peanut butter is missing. Before it went missing, she complained again of someone going into her cupboard and using her spices.
There are five tenants here. Two had already gone to work before I used the peanut butter, and one didn't wake up until after it was gone. Which leaves the one who made the complaint.
It feels like a message, having decided it must be me, and so taking something of mine is punishment. I never use her stuff, nor would I, but having decided it must be me, she’s punishing the culprit because she's got it all figured out. I can't prove it was her. I could say I know it's her, just as she feels she knows it's me. What I do know is she’s 100% wrong.