Theft

I hated dishonesty, in all of its forms.
It helps little, as I have grown older, to finally understand how people have used me through the years.
The lies, what they have stolen from me.
I fight not to become angry at my stupidity.


 Back in December, son decided to party hardy:
five cases of beer
4 bottles of his own wine
3 bottles of mine

I did not care.

For last night, I planned to make fondue.
I needed Chardonnay
Oldest daughter me a bottle
All was ready.

But life intervened.
We had visitors.
So, last night became fondue night.

only over the weekend,
The wine vanished!
Oh was I pissed!

I could no careless about a $10.00 bottle of wine.
It is the corruyption of not being willing to admit it!
It is the supterfouge of blaming others.
It is not being able to look me in my eyes ...

Oh was I ever angered!
If you are an adult:
Live up to your deeds!
But do not expect congratrulations for thinking me stupid!

In the end, it is possible a house guest took 2 bottles overe the weekend,
Of course failing to mention anything!

Now, what else is missing?