Look, this isn’t about me, but this one hits hard. I once put my trust in a friend with a very special one-of-a-kind designer item, which was seven years ago. I obviously haven’t seen it since, and I would be lying if I said I’m not still absolutely furious about it.

It always starts the same way. Someone asks to borrow something «just for an event,» and you think sure, it’s family, what could go wrong. A woman lends her designer dress to her younger cousin, a pricey showpiece she wears maybe once a year. The only condition was simple: bring it back within two weeks. Fast‑forward a month, and the cousin suddenly develops selective memory and a sense of ownership. She claims she «felt so amazing in it» that returning it didn’t feel right. Translation: she decided it’s hers now.