One of my exes turned out to be a giant kleptomaniac. She even had a little lair in the form of an unknown to me storage unit. She stole a ton of shit, but most of it was nothing of value. She stole like half empty cleaning products, sheets, garbage bags, etc. it was weird. This storage unit was half full of nonsense. What sucks is my mother was the one who was the super sleuth before I found out about it. My mother, being one for the drama of life, picked her moment for an 11th hour reveal. That made me look like just as much of an idiot as my ex.
I guess she did steal some jewelry from my mom, so I sent her broke ass packing shortly thereafter.
Later on, I found some of my jewelry missing. Since she changed her number, I called her last place of work known to me. When I asked if she was there the recipient of the call said something to the effect of, “No, but if you find her let us know,” then explained to me that a lot of money was always missing after my ex worked. Ex quit on them as soon as they were getting close to busting her, this was a government job.
She dropped off social media for a few years. Just saw her again living in the bumfuck backwoods state she was from. She went from having a decent promising career to working at the liquor store. Nuts man. One big piece of advice I constantly give as a result of this relationship, never let a woman control you with sexuality. She would control or try to control everything I did with sex.
