He said it's okay, gave me my bag and he left. Like I said, maybe it wasn't so much about not replacing it but more about him knowing where that money went or maybe the person who gave him the money, he wanted to be sure the person gave him the complete money or so but I was really broken inside...broken enough not to still tell him the truth but broken enough to make it the first and last time I would ever take anything from his purse. If he wasn't around, if I wouldn't ask, if he wouldn't give me, I didn't ever come near to his stuff again after that encounter and that moment changed me... That's why I have never been interested in whatever doesn't belong to me anymore. I have never taken anything that never belonged to me afterwards, even to date.
It wasn't my finest moment but I sure learnt a lot from it.
I think stories like this one full of negative emotions like shame, guilt and sadness are part of everyone's life, it depends on how we take it from there in my opinion. Seems that in your case that particular event "broke" something inside you, it made you suffer that much in that moment that you never went to repeat it again in your life.
I'm sorry to hear about it, I too did some bad shit similar to this and learned from it. It's life.
But kudos for finding the courage to write about it, lightens your weight when you share, it may seem easy to do so now that it's in the past but sometimes we carry the shit for so long that eventually it becomes very hard! Congrats 😎
The trick to get the ladies in was magic man, well played there 🙌
Cool stories, very cool to go back down to memory lane sometimes, isn't?😁
Have a great weekend! 😎😎😎
Hahahaha thank you so much. That trick on the ladies was something I came up with when the naughtiness in me was waiting to burst out.
Thank you so much for your kind words...yes, that encounter broke me and that guilt and disappointment is not something I want to ever do again...
Deeply appreciate your brilliant comment. Thank you once again.
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