Alvaro Stole My Clothing

I found out last night, when getting ready to go out, that I was missing some clothing.

I was missing at least two shirts but closer to four shirts and a white bra and all of my white underwear.

When I was in MD, all my black underwear disappeared. It was mainly what I had. All of my dress socks later disappeared as well.

When I went shopping with Alvaro at the beginning of the relationship, we went to Macys and Bebe and a few other places.

He stole my favorite white shirt, which I'm photographed wearing at a visit with my son, on my blog. It's the one with the longer cap sleeve and band across the back.

He also stole a shirt he said he liked, my short sleeved one that's pale yellow with a cobweb design under the v of the neck, which I'm also photographed wearing on my hike with him at my parents.

Most of my underwear were left behind, but not the first white set he bought for me, or a bunch of other white underwear.

I don't even have very many things to wear, and the things I had I liked a lot. The white shirt was my favorite and it had been over $100 which I really don't have right now to replace things with.

When I went shopping with him, for shoes, for the first Colombian party, I was getting classic black pumps. I tried to the displays, which were my size, and a new pair. I said I might actually want the display ones because they were already broken in. But I got new ones. Then I was downstairs in the lingerie section with him and wearing the new shoes and told him my feet were killing me and I was going to go back and get the other ones.

When I went back, a group of people were watching and purposefully sneering. One couple, man and woman, looked Russian, and the others I couldn't really tell. But it was obvious, and all of them, at the same time, stared and watched me. I had just left the area with him and went right back, but when I asked for the display ones that had been put back on display I was told they were "missing".

They were no longer there. The store people searched high and low, but those shoes I'd been wearing were not on display, or in the back, or in another shoebox. They looked everywhere. They said it was very odd and that this didn't happen.

I had thought, then, with all these people around who seemed to have some interest in me, did something take a copy of shoes I'd worn in my size and which had been on my feet, out of some kind of fetish? or museum?

Now that I think about all the clothes of mine which went missing, I think it was partly to upset me and partly for some group to have "relics" and article of clothing which belonged to me.

There is no way for anyone else to get into the house I am or was living in, in Wenatchee. I know they were gone when he left, because I didn't see them, but I didn't process everything.

The other clothes he took include a crimson sleeveless tank, a pale yellow tank that was an undershirt. He left behind all of the shirts from the first Colombian party and our engagement which he knows I don't even like that much.

He had told me he really, really, liked my simple tee with the pale yellow and blue and white and green cobweb design. I hadn't even noticed the design when I bought it. I just liked the colors and cut and design but didn't pay attention and then liked it.

I wonder if my parents still think he's such a great guy.