I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this, but I need to. It all started Friday night when I was invited to a purse/jewelry party at a new friend of mines house. I was so excited to go. I invited this friend that we will call Julie. I haven’t really hung out with her much except for when we have our special needs kids together. Needless to say I thought it was a great opportunity to invite her to come along. She has mentioned that she doesn’t have friends.

So we go to dinner. I had a blast. This was my girls night out while Randy and the boys were camping. We then went to the party where I met my friend and all of her friends. I was having a blast. Finally around 11pm I was pooped out. Julie took me home and I gave her a hug and said thanks for coming with me.

It was then on Saturday morning I got the dreaded phone call. My new friend had called to tell me what had happened at the party that I missed because I was talking to her husband. This “friend” Julie tried to steal a very expensive wallet that my friend found at the bottom of the purse that she paid for. The night went on and while we were all in the kitchen chit chatting she had disappeared three times. Again I am totally oblivious, being pregnant and talking to another friend that I hadn’t seen in awhile. But my new friend was watching. My new friend told me that a necklace had disappeared now. Of course it was the necklace that Julie wanted as well. Julie did buy me this really cute binky holder for our little Adam. I thought that was so nice. Again I wasn’t worried, just embarrassed.

Now after that phone call and total embarrassment, I went out with my other friends. I go to a stampin up party every month where we all take turns hosting. It is a great group of friends. We saw a garage sale at the corner of the house we were meeting at. I of course can’t help myself but look to see what I can get for Adam. I got a few cute shoes and a toy. It all added up to be $12. So as I went into my wallet I noticed I only had a $20 bill. I had $140 in that pocket for our next weeks grocery food. I was so sad. The poor Hispanic ladies standing there while I tried to get my emotions in check to pay the $12. I’m sure they have no idea why I was so sad. I couldn’t believe my “friend” would steal from me. So now I realized that not only did I buy the binky holder, I also bought her purse!! I asked my new friend how she paid for it and she said that she handed her a wad of 20’s. That was my money. I am still in shock that this happened to me. I never thought I would have to worry about this. I called my husband who told me that it is going to be ok and that I had to confront her.

I called her and asked her that when she was looking at my wallet at dinner if she noticed the money in the zipped pocket. She said she noticed the 20’s. I then told her that they were missing. She said that she knew for sure that there was a $20 in there. Then on and on the conversation went and she mentioned that that is why she never carries cash. She looses it. Right then I new she took it. I was so sick to my stomach. I feel so violated. I don’t care about the money, it is the fact that she stole from me. And now she isn’t “remembering” if she did or didn’t.

I went to the police department to talk to our friend/neighbor about all of this and to get some advice. He looked her up and advised me to write a report. This was the hardest thing to do, but I know it was the right thing to do. She needs help. She stole from me and my new friend. Something is seriously wrong with her. So I did. She apparently has priors.

I really thought I had a good judge of people. I guess not. I don’t want this experience to change me. What I learned from it.

1. Don’t let anyone look through your wallet.

2. Watch your purse at parties.

3. Don’t carry that much cash unless I intend to use it.

4. Still be forgiving.

So onto the Monday. I went to my new friends house to hang and chat about what I just did. Now onto the worst part. I went to leave. I ended up backing up over her little cliff (about 3 or 4 ft tall) she house out front, over her NEW mailbox she just put in. All of this in the little new corolla Randy just bought a few months ago. It couldn’t have been in my 4-runner. Seriously!! Is this really happening to me??!!

Yes, it did. Cameron and I are all ok. The car…well it needed some love when Randy got home. I feel so bad. I can’t tell you how stupid I feel too. Accidents stink. Needless to say the car only had bumper damage that is being popped out. It isn’t as bad as it looked. Thank goodness. I am still mortified about doing this now. I not only invited a guest in my friends house that stole from her, she stole from me and now I drive off her cliff and over her mailbox!!!!! HELP! I am never getting pregnant again. I am totally going in hiding until this baby is born. All friendships need to be put on hold. I need to preserve what I have left. I haven’t ever been this clumsy before. I hope to laugh about all of this. I hope sooner than later.

The End of my very long story.