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Theft of a friendship

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I was starting a remodel on a dry cabin in the woods. The demolition, rebuilding of walls and decorating was all the savage living I could ask for.

I was about to have a major operation and recovery time was expected to be long.

My best friend insisted I stay with him for as long as I needed while I recovered. I happily agreed, and left the cabin mid-remodel.

In September 2016, we locked up the cabin on Chena Ridge which still contained our clothes, bedding, electronics and dishes and moved into Fairbanks

I continued to check on our things until I had surgery the day before Thanksgiving.

I had now been at my friend’s house for a couple months and things were good with my recovery and my kids were super happy.

My friend asked if I needed anything from the cabin and I requested my jewelry, some clothes, movies and a few other odds and ends to keep me busy while I rested and recovered.

My friend called claiming they couldn’t find my things. Puzzled I thought perhaps I just didn’t leave them where I thought. A few days went by and I was feeling good enough for a car ride to the cabin. When I arrived I realized I had been robbed. My brand new 52′ flat screen TV was gone as well as my jewelry boxes and some tools.

My jewelry boxes contained irreplaceable items such as my kids baby teeth, locks of hair, and some really nice jewelry.

All in all, it wasn’t a lot of stuff that went missing but I was left feeling vulnerable and not safe in my little cabin in the woods and my kids shared my feelings.

We (my girls and I) decided not to keep the cabin and stayed in town with my best friend. As the weeks turn into months, I felt as if I’ve been in a spare room for too long. We shuffled our belongings to room with a person I had known for over 25 years as we grew up together. She insisted it was a good place for my kids until we found something of our own in town.

Not long after moving in, I found out I had to have another surgery. Luckily this time was less major but recovery was still expected to be long. Not long after surgery I needed to help a friend get her mother from Washington. The trip took a couple of weeks and I returned once again to find the rest of my jewelry gone.

Though most of the good stuff was taken in the first theft I still had pieces I was keeping for my girls. Also missing were my clothes, shoes, movies, Kenwood home stereo with speakers, a 410-shot gun and my new tools I just replaced from the last time.

I heard through the grapevine that my roommate was flashing my stuff around and selling it to friends and pawn shops while I was gone.

I was heartbroken because I trusted her and she stole from me and my kids. I agreed in part to her offer of being her roommate because she seemed lonely. It was then I realized nobody has genuinely cared for me in my vulnerable state with two surgeries and help needed with domestic duties.

Needless to say, I didn’t stay there. As I packed to move I found more stuff missing.

I would ask where is this or that and of course she claimed to have no idea what I was talking about. In all I lost $20,000 with both of the robberies combined. Violated is how I am feeling. This person may have made good money off my things but she will live her karma every day.


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