There's only one thing she's taken that really bothers me... it's a handcrafted wooden bucket just the right size for holding a bottle of wine that we picked up in a quaint village during our Eastern European vacation last year. There's a little story behind it, and I loved that thing. She took it for some kind of wine and cheese real estate open house, but it never returned. I decided to ask for it, and she ignored the request twice. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry. I need it." I said, "you need it? You don't need it. You gave it to HER, didn't you?"
She didn't deny it. Our vacation, our memory, our bucket. But no... she gave it to the predator.
Have to confess, this hurts.