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TIFU by keeping my savings in gold

Title is typo I meant silver

I am a 19 yo male. For the last six years I have saved every dollar I've made from working and reinvested it in silver. I know that sounds stupid. But unlike a bank account physical currency like gold and silver hold up against inflation. Plus I liked feeling like a pirate. During covid I sold most of it when it was around 30$ and reinvested more when it was around 20$

In total I had around fifteen thousand dollars in silver ounces. This was really good for me BECAUSE If I didn't have the money locked somewhere I was terrified I was gonna be like my parents and spend it all. For a little background history, My mom and my dad never graduated high school, they were extremely abusive throughout my childhood. They would spend every dollar we had on smokes and chew. I would go several days only eating take out but at least they had their stuff. We lived paycheck to paycheck.

Well I took a gap year from college. I am beginning to apply and I got accepted to a small low scale school. I did the FASFA and I got around five thousand in grants. I was so excited! The tuition is around eighteen thousand dollars including meal tickets, room and board and classes. I was so glad that I had saved my money in silver. I had around 800 ounces. Well, tell me why I went to my garage where its usually kept. (I hadn't checked on it for a few months because of the current economy) and its all gone. Everything, at first I thought what you are all thinking right now. Must've been my parents right? They would've posted something on social media, my siblings would've told me something, there is no way they magically got fifteen grand and I wouldn't know about it.

My dad, leaves things unlocked occasionally. What I'm guessing what happened is that someone went into the garage and stole them without knowing what they were worth or did know and hit the jackpot. I am so angry, I am hurt and I am so sad. I yelled at my dad for the first time in my life today. I feel bad about it already. But we dont have any cameras. I didn't have the silver insured so I have no way to get it back.

This was my way to get out of this generational trauma my family pushed onto me. I was gonna be different, I was gonna get my kids birthday presents. I wasn't gonna tell my kids Santa Clause forgot to come. This sets me back so freaking much and I don't know if I can recover from it. I am so distraught. Years of savings down the drain.

I shouldn't of been an idiot and stored it in a bank vault or something. But I trusted my family to keep the door locked. Is it too much to ask of my parents for them to keep a door locked? I forgave all of their trauma and abuse over the years and was a pushover my entire life! But this?!? This was my future that they destroyed.

TLDR: I stupidly stored fifteen grand in silver in the garage and my dad left the door unlocked and it got stolen.

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