Lowest of low

So I think I officialy hit my lowest of low. I have a serious addiction to shoes. I love shoes. I can't actually go into a store that sells shoes and not try on shoes.
So tonight, I was visiting one of my most favorite stores, supposed to be looking for anything but shoes, but the power of 3 inch heels, shiny patents, pointy toes, and t-straps began calling my name. I walked casually over to the shoe section and began eyeing all the shoes, what shall we try on first, flats, flip flops, heels, oh boy, where do I start first?
So after 3 or 5 pairs, I saw a cute pair of khaki patent heels, of course I need them, just try one on, walk over to the mirror, and, no, they aren't as cute on....But then, out of the corner of my eye, the cutest shoes EVER MADE. But wait, an arm, why is she taking my shoes? What is she doing? Why is she trying them on? Those are my shoes. STEP AWAY FROM THE SHOES. Maybe they won't fit. She has a child with her, I couldn't possibly tackle her, with her kid watching.
What the hell did she just say? They are comfortable, no they are not. She takes MY SHOES, and walks away. I began panicking. How can I have those shoes? She is trying on clothes, with my shoes. I actually contemplated that she would leave the shoes at the desk by the changing room and I could walk up casually and let the room attendant know, I am her best friend, I will hold them for her. I wandered around, wondering if I should be committed, and then I saw her again, walking out the door, with most definitely, MY SHOES.
I really wanted those shoes, how can I live without them?
So for your viewing pleasure, and mine of course, just to satisfy my addiction, here are a few pairs of shoes, that may lessen the pain, curb the addiction, but aren't anywhere as cute and a perfect as the shoes I could have had but I will never have.
I may have to do some shopping just to prevent any post traumatic stress from kicking in.
I hope she likes her DAMN shoes. My shoes.