I deprived myself of sleep that day just to time when she arrived back home.
Doctor my ass, based on the amount of time required to walk to the doctor and back home, for her this would not be a gold medal but a platinum medal in speedwalking, like holy fuck she was back home mega early from a 'doctor' visit.
I was gonna confront her about it since I woke up but she told me about it herself. One morning she just walked into my room, grabbed my wallet, took money, left it where it was. Blind and kind me followed along, until the day the day I caught her stealing. Every christmas and new year I'd get some cash to spend on gifts for myself, but she'd always tell me 'Don't spend it' when it was my dad's money and not hers. When I turned 18, my mom shared with me how her relationship with my dad hasn't felt like one in ages (which to me nowadays I can only explain as 'Staying with your 'significant' other just because of the kids') and when I was 20 I caught her stealing from me in December, it hurt more because it was like.20'ish days before christmas.
