Food kept vanishing from Christine’s home — first chocolates, then entire meals. When her husband, Samuel, swore he wasn’t the culprit, she set up a hidden camera. When she spotted the intruder on the footage, her blood ran cold.
At first, it was just little things disappearing from my fridge and kitchen cabinets. A handful of chocolates missing from the box I’d been saving. The juice boxes Samuel loved, running out faster than usual.
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Each time something disappeared, I’d do a mental inventory, trying to remember if I’d eaten it myself in some late-night fog.
But I knew my habits.
I could make a box of chocolates last for weeks, savoring one piece at a time. Not the type to devour half a box and forget about it.
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Still, I tried to rationalize it.
Maybe Samuel was sneaking midnight snacks. Maybe I was working too hard, losing track of things.
But then the incidents started escalating.
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A bottle of wine we’d been saving for our anniversary — the one I specifically remembered pushing to the back of the cabinet — suddenly appeared in the recycling bin.
The fancy cheese I’d bought for our dinner party was half-gone before the guests even arrived.
Each disappearance felt like a tiny paper cut to my sanity.
I started keeping a log.
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Monday: half a box of imported cookies missing.
Wednesday: three pieces of dark chocolate were gone.
Friday: the special raspberry preserves I’d ordered online were nowhere to be found.
The pattern was maddening, not just because things were disappearing, but because of what was being taken.
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These weren’t random snacks or plain food — they were all the premium items, the special treats, the things I’d carefully chosen and looked forward to enjoying.
Then the caviar disappeared. Not the cheap stuff either, the premium Osetra I’d splurged on for Samuel’s birthday. $200 worth of tiny black pearls, gone without a trace.
That was the final straw.
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Although it was out of character, the only logical explanation was that my husband had been snacking in secret. I had to confront him if I was ever going to get to the bottom of this mystery.
“Hey, babe,” I said one morning, trying to keep my voice casual. “Did you finish that box of Belgian truffles I bought last week?”
Samuel looked up from his coffee, forehead creasing. “What truffles?”
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My stomach did a weird little flip. “The ones on the top shelf of the pantry. Behind the cereal.”
“Haven’t touched them,” he said, taking another sip. “Didn’t even know we had any.”
I stared at him, searching his face for any sign he was joking. Samuel was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. If he said he hadn’t eaten the chocolates, he hadn’t eaten the chocolates.
Which meant either I was losing my mind, or someone else was helping themselves to our food!
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“Are you sure?” I pressed, my voice tighter now. “The caviar from your birthday is gone too. And that wine we were saving for our anniversary? The one from our trip to Napa?”
That got his attention. Samuel’s coffee cup froze halfway to his mouth. “The what? That stuff was expensive! And I was looking forward to opening it next month.”
“I know.” I crossed my arms, leaning against the counter. “And unless we’ve got a very sophisticated mouse with expensive taste, someone’s been in our kitchen!”
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I watched as the implications sank in.
Someone had been in our house. Multiple times. While we were sleeping? While we were at work? The thought sent a chill down my spine.
“Maybe we should set up some cameras?” Samuel suggested, his voice uncertain now. “Just to be safe?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Maybe we should.”
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The camera was easy enough to hide: a small wireless one tucked behind some cookbooks on the kitchen shelf.
I positioned it carefully, making sure it had a clear view of both the pantry and the refrigerator. Then I waited, jumping every time my phone buzzed with a notification.
Two days later, I was at work when my phone buzzed with a motion alert.
I ducked into an empty conference room and pulled up the live feed.
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I’m not sure what I was expecting; a maintenance worker, a hungry, homeless person with expensive tastes, or… I don’t know, a very ambitious raccoon?
Instead, I watched in growing disbelief as my mother-in-law, Pamela, waltzed into our kitchen like she owned the place.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered, eyes glued to the screen.
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She moved with the confidence of someone completely at home, pulling out a wine glass, and helping herself to the expensive Bordeaux we’d been saving. She even knew where we kept the good cheese.
The way she moved through our kitchen; opening drawers without hesitation, and reaching for items without searching, told me this wasn’t her first solo visit to raid our kitchen. Not by a long shot.
But it was what happened next that made my blood run cold.
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Pamela didn’t leave after finishing her impromptu wine and cheese party. Instead, she strolled into the hallway and turned toward our bedroom.
The kitchen camera couldn’t show me what she was doing in there, but luckily, I’d placed additional cameras throughout the house, just in case.
I switched to the feed from the bedroom and nearly dropped my phone in shock.
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Pamela was slipping into my favorite dress. She then turned to admire herself in the mirror. Pamela wasn’t just stealing our luxury snacks, she was trying on my clothes!
But the worst was still to come.
My jaw dropped as I watched her go straight to my underwear drawer and start digging through my lingerie.
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She slipped my favorite dress off and tried on the satin and lace teddy I bought just last week.
WHAT THE HELL! Pamela hadn’t just overstepped the boundaries, she’d snapped them entirely.
But why? Pamela and I had always had a rocky relationship, but this was downright disturbing. And how did she even get into our house?
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The next day, I called in sick to work. I lurked in the hallway, determined to catch my thieving MIL in the act.
Right on schedule, at 2 p.m. Pamela let herself in.
I waited as she went through her now-familiar routine: wine, cheese, a little caviar for good measure.
Then she headed for the bedroom.
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The moment she started rifling through my closet, I stepped into the room to confront her.
“Enjoying yourself?” I asked.
Pamela screamed, spinning around so fast she nearly toppled over. “Christine! I — I was just—”
“Just what?” I kept my voice eerily calm, even as rage boiled under my skin. “Just breaking into our house? Just eating our food? Just trying on my underwear?”
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She blushed, but instead of shame, I saw indignation in her eyes.
“I was checking to make sure your wardrobe still suited you! As Samuel’s mother, I have a responsibility—”
“To what? Make sure your son’s wife dresses to your standards?” I crossed my arms. “Where did you get a key?”
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“Samuel gave it to me!” she shot back. “He said I could stop by anytime!”
I almost laughed. “Really? That’s interesting, considering he’s been just as confused as I was about the missing food.”
Something flickered across her face… fear, maybe? But it was quickly replaced by that familiar self-righteous expression I’d grown to hate over the years.
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“Get out, Pamela.” I took her by the elbow and marched her to the door. “And give me the key!”
She pulled herself away from me and glared at me like I was something nasty she’d just scraped off her shoe. “This is my son’s house, too, Christine. And I’ll drop by whenever I like!”
She stormed off then, her nose in the air. But it was clear this was far from over.
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That night, I showed Samuel the footage. His face went from confused to horrified to furious in the span of 30 seconds.
“I never gave her a key,” he said when I asked him about it, his voice tight with anger. “How the hell did she get one?”
We got our answer the next morning when Pamela showed up, acting like nothing had happened.
Samuel blocked the doorway. “Mom. Where did you get the key?”
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She blinked innocently. “Oh, that? I just made a copy! For emergencies, you know.”
“Emergencies,” I repeated flatly. “Like emergency wine drinking? Emergency dress-up sessions with my clothes?”
Pamela looked sadly at Samuel. “Well, maybe if you spoiled your Mommy with more delicious food and bought me the beautiful clothes you buy for your wife, I wouldn’t have been so curious.”
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I’d had enough. It was time to end this.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to give us back every copy of that key you made.”
She scoffed. “And what if I don’t?”
Samuel dropped a brand-new lock set on the table. “Then you’ll be wasting your time trying to break into a house you can’t get into anymore.”
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Pamela stood there, her face twisting with barely contained rage. Then she yanked a key from her purse and slammed it onto the counter. “Fine! But don’t expect me to help you when you need me!”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, we never did.”
She stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. She spent the next few weeks sulking, refusing to apologize or even acknowledge what she’d done wrong.
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Samuel got the brunt of it as she bombarded him with texts and calls about how unreasonable I was being, and how he’d regret this if we had an emergency.
But he didn’t let her manipulate her way back into our lives.
I changed the locks that same day. Now, every time I open my fully stocked fridge or slip into an unworn dress, I smile, knowing my home is finally, truly mine again.
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And if Pamela wants to know what I’m wearing or eating these days? Well, she’ll just have to use her imagination.
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The sultry Heather Thomas of ‘The Fall Guy’ struggled with addiction – but look at her now, at 66
Heather Thomas, who turned 66 on September 8, was well-known for her leading part opposite Lee Majors in The Fall Guy and was expected to have a very successful Hollywood career.
However, the stunning blonde hurried to the hospital, thinking her father had an emergency, when the actor’s mother appeared on set during the filming of the show’s conclusion.
She was informed by her relatives and friends who met her at the Santa Monica hospital that her father, Leon, was doing well and that they were worried about her.
This was only the start of a new adventure for the 28-year-old woman, whose job and personal life had totally changed as a result of her hospital stay.
Discover what became of the 1980s pinup girl by continuing to read!
With a natural beauty and ability comparable to that of Farrah Fawcett and Heather Locklear, Heather Thomas pursued her passion.
When the girl was just 14 years old, she presented the talk show Talking with a Giant on NBC, where she and four other teenagers conducted celebrity interviews.
Thomas, now 66, studied theater and cinema at UCLA with the goal of advancing her career as an actor, director, and writer. The year before she graduated, she made an appearance in the short-lived comedy series Co-Ed Fever (1979).
The Connecticut-born performer landed her first major part in 1980 in the television series The Fall Guy, supporting Lee Majors, who became well-known throughout the world in the 1970s for his portrayal of Steven Austin in The Six Million Dollar Man.
As the popular action show’s stuntwoman-bounty hunter Jody Banks, Thomas was adored by men who saw her as a sex symbol—a label about which she acknowledges she feels conflicted.
Thomas told People that there was “obligatory condescension that goes with that.” “The blonde bimbo is a stereotype that you fit into. But I was simply enjoying myself at the moment.
Regretfully, she was enjoying herself excessively when using drugs, a tendency that predates her portrayal of Jody Banks.
Her history with drugs began in the sixth grade, when she began abusing narcotics to keep her grades at the top. “I was taking acid and getting straight As,” Thomas declared. I simply believed it to be mind-blowing.
Her drug use changed as her mentality matured from that of a child to an adult.
Thomas began taking cocaine while she was a student at UCLA, and her drug use worsened in 1981, a year after she started filming The Fall Guy.
Additionally, the 5-foot-7 Thomas developed an obsession with weight and began taking Lasix, a diuretic that may produce extreme sleepiness, feeling as though she had to live up to her reputation as a sex symbol.
She took additional cocaine to give her an energy boost in order to combat the sluggishness.
“At first, I was still getting used to the medicine. I thought I was receiving a good deal on my purchase. She asserted that she had never used cocaine on site and that it had allowed her to work through the night. It is not permitted to use cocaine on sets. It’s no longer clubby to carry it out. It’s merely a personal torment.
A person close to the performer told People that her drug usage was hurting her career, despite her statements to the contrary. According to the source, “word was out on Heather.” “People were aware of her issue.”
Between takes, Thomas’s weight plummeted from 125 to 105 pounds and he was fast asleep. Thomas said, “I was in a minicoma sometimes.”
Subsequently, she fainted in front of Majors, who subsequently contacted her manager and her mother.
Her mother, Gladdy Ryder, a former special education teacher, showed up on the set of The Fall Guy to tell her daughter that her father was in the hospital after the series finale concluded.
The writer of “Trophies” hurried to St. John’s Hospital, where she was welcomed by relatives and friends who were prepared to have her admitted into the three-week drug program.
Thomas remarked of that day, “It was a big relief to me.” She also mentioned that she had pneumonia, scarred lungs, and swollen kidneys when she checked into detox. “I wanted to get off the roller coaster I’d been on.” I most likely would have continued on my merry way till I lost my job or passed away if my family hadn’t stepped in.
“The doctors said I should have died three years ago,” she continued.
Thomas, who was dedicated to her recovery, surrounded herself with people who shared her values and would help her achieve her drug-free objectives. That’s when Allan Rosenthal, a co-founder of Cocaine Anonymous, and 28-year-old Thomas first met. She later got married to him and filed for divorce in September 1986.
She was hit by a car while crossing the street that same month, severely injuring both of her legs.
Following her detox, divorce, and surgery to heal severe damage to one leg, Thomas resumed her career, albeit in minor roles in TV shows. She also starred in movies including the 1987 movie Cyclone and the 1990 Canadian movie Red Blooded American Girl, which starred Christopher Plummer.
After putting her past behind her, Thomas made a fresh start in the 1990s. In an effort to further her career, she married entertainment attorney Skip Brittenham in 1992. In June 2000, Thomas gave birth to her only biological child, India Rose, while also assuming the role of stepmother to his two daughters, Kristina and Shauna.
“I decided to give it up and write for a while,” she told Reuters, “because I had about 45 restraining orders out, and I was on everything from a toilet seat cover to an ashtray—and I was in love, and [then] had two little girls.”
With a primary focus on writing, the actress from Zapped! claimed that frequent privacy violations by stalkers drove her away from acting, rather than a lack of roles.
“I was being really harassed. One day, I witnessed a person use a knife to scale the fence. That was it; I had these two small kids who needed to be raised so badly. However, I believe that now that I am older, people won’t annoy me as much.
In addition, Thomas is currently an activist, having previously served on the boards of the Amazon Conservation Team and the Rape Foundation.
Declaring oneself a feminist—a deceptive term for a former gender symbol—Thomas elucidated the significance of both.
“When I was younger, I followed people’s instructions, but as I grew older, I refused to compromise.” I desired independence and control. This got me a house and the recognition I needed to open doors. Having people see your body is not inherently bad. I don’t believe I deceived myself. Being a feminist, in my opinion, does not entail body shame, the woman stated.
Although it’s really unfortunate that Heather Thomas was unable to return to the acting world, we’re glad she received the support she required and is now embarking on a lifelong healing process.
We really enjoyed watching her as Jody Banks in The Fall Guy with the Six Million Dollar Man Lee Majors, one of the many amazing shows from the 1980s!
What you have to say about Thomas and her recuperation would be greatly appreciated!
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