I didnt like my LL but it didnt give me permission to steal from him.
I lived on the third floor of his house. He kept cash hidden away in his kitchen. I dont know how I discovered this but I did.... at the time I was in full blown addiction (I'm three years clean/sober today)
Every day id take a hundred or so and I told myself that it wouldnt be missed and hopefully I'll be able to put it back ASAP. But every day I'd take more until there was nothing left. It was a few thousand dollars in total.
I also sold some of his things that he kept in storage.
Theres not a day that goes by that I dont hate myself for doing this. He has to know it was me.
One day when he was at work, I got a moving van and got most of my stuff loaded up and moved to my parents house - and then I packed up my clothes later that night and just left. I didnt leave any forwarding information.
I'm sure he's since discovered the theft and although shes without proof- he knows it was me.
I'm haunted by this and it comes into my mind every day and this happened five years ago.