When I was young my mother, older brother and myself were very, very poor. With no dad ever in the picture my mom had a few asshole boyfriends that weren’t worth a shit. I remember one had his own business but never contributed to our household but would stay there more often than not.
One night he left his car open and I just so happened to open the door and looked in his glove compartment. There was an envelope stuffed with about a hundred $100 dollar bills. So I took 3 of them. The next day 12yo me was grocery shopping with my mom. We were only gonna get the bare minimum with the few food stamps she had, as usual. I gave her those 3-100 dollar bills and said get what you need mom.
If anyone asks you just found them rolled up on the floor right now. He never found out and that became a weekly thing. The envelope wasn’t always there and his car wasn’t always open but I started to sneak into my moms room late at night to either get his keys or go through his wallet. Mom is now 85 and she doesn’t remember any of it, but I do.
No regrets.
