Some days I feel like Dorothy. When I finally pull back the curtain I discover the person behind it is not magical but a con-artist who pretends to be something they are not.

There is a woman "I'll cal her TC" who has been a close friend for 8 years. There was a time when I would have said she was my best friend. She has many issues. Aside from a drinking problem, she is a pathological liar and steals.

The drama that surrounds her drains me but every time I have distanced myself, I let her back in.

Over the past 8 years she stole stupid stuff from me. I always justified it by convincing myself that she must have mistakenly picked it up, yada, yada, yada. But in the end I was never able to confront her about the lies or the stealing.

Yesterday she took something more substantial and I finally confronted her. Of course she went nuts and claimed she was innocent. Problem is that she is the only person who had access to it.

Twinkie said that I should have confronted her years ago and she is right. But why do I feel like such a witch now?