That was my obsession…finding them and taking them. Sometimes it would take minutes, sometimes an entire night…and I’m talking going through every nook and cranny. I would get on my counters just so I could get a better look into the higher cabinets and above, look through clothing and shoes…his car…inside glasses, through the linen closet…bathrooms, everywhere. When I finally found them each time, it was like a victory for me. It was completely ridiculous.
I told him to hide them good from me, but I have some ideas as to where they might be. I DON’T WANT TO THINK LIKE THIS ANYMORE! In 12 days I have absolutely not tried to find them. So the first day I feel better, and I have these thoughts? God I wish they were just GONE, but he still needs them and doesn’t abuse them.