Ownership issues

Been finding money lately. Oh, not much, one or two baht there, fifty satang here - amounts to maybe a cent, at the most. I remember how as a kid, my brother was always finding money. One of my aunts said it was because in a past life, he was a pirate, and the money he found was simply his treasure being returned to him. Intriguing theory, but once I got older, I realized that if that were a sound proposal, my brother wouldn't be the one finding money - it would be the people he stole the money from. Coz, after all, wouldn't it be theirs rightfully? Course, ownership is a hard thing to prove sometimes. If my parents buy a car, but I drive it and pay for the gas, is it technically theirs or mine? Since they bought it and they have all the legal papers, then it could be construed as theirs. But I'm the one who uses it, and cleans it and fusses over it - if I do all these things, does it become mine by default? And on a completely different hand, since eventually all of my parents' money and belongings (which are not claimed by taxes) will be mine, then does that mean the car was mine to begin with and all these ownership questions are moot? Moving from inanimate objects to relationships - okay, so I know that "owners" and "possessions" don't exist in relationships - but metaphorically speaking, when you love someone, you belong to them, don't you? You say to someone, "I am your girl (or guy)", meaning you love them and pledge yourself to them only. Does it work like that though? Just because you love someone, can they automatically lay claim to you? Who belongs to whom, then? Do you belong to each other? Or should the whole idea of ownership in relationships simply be tossed out? I'm sorry if this post has offended anyone, but it's just something I've been thinking about. You see, when I was in love (was? who am I kidding?), I knew well and truly that my heart was out of my possession. I was his, completely. His girl, first and foremost, and my family and friends' girl next, and society's, and last and least of all, my own.  I've only now begun to reclaim bits and pieces of myself, and it's an arduous and frustrating process, but that's what happens when you give your emotions away to someone unworthy. Something to ponder for Monday.

Final thought: Ownership can be a b*tch sometimes.