I am an IDIOT! I can
say that can’t I? Today, it was a beautiful day. It started out with Ella
puking. And it is ending with me writing this. Today it was so pretty outside
that we went outside for a bit. I came back in the house and the kids were
playing outside with their little friends. No big deal. The door was open so I
could hear them. I start to hear Noah saying I told you I don’t have one. He is
upset, yelling, not happy. It’s the sound of a distraught child. Now since we
moved into these apartments there has been a lady, I won’t name names but we don’t
talk to her. And the kids say she is crazy because well she walks around
randomly talking to herself and scares my kids. I have asked this woman several
times to not talk to my kids. She harasses people. She is black and one of the
first things she ever told me was that I needed to teach my son to be a panther
a proud man that would fight for freedom… I just stood there was polite and
calm said ok and walked in the apartment and told my kids, don’t talk to that
lady. I have never been one for entertaining crazy… It just isn’t who I am.
After my first marriage I had all the crazy one person needs. Anyway I go out
there right as this woman is leaning down getting eye level with my Autistic
child and telling him YOU HAVE TO HAVE A DADDY. What????!?!? I was infuriated
because I have asked this woman several times not to speak to my kids. Yea I
made a choice to live here. And I truly believe it is what is best for my kids
and I. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be the friendliest person to the
entire ghetto, I’m not inventing all the crazies to my house for tea. I keep to
myself and I am usually right there, but I had food on the stove… Anyway the
point of the issue, Noah was playing with his little top toy on the sidewalk,
watching it spin… when she showed him a picture of her so called hubby, Noah
kept his head down and didn’t talk to her. She then asks about his father and I
have no idea what happened but then he yelled. I walked outside and told her to
leave my kid alone and stay out of my business quit harassing my kid he is 9 you’re
a grown woman find someone your own age to talk to. She screamed at me that she
wasn’t in my business, to which I replied yes it is HE IS MY CHILD THAT’S MY
BUSINESS. I don’t come over there to
your house meddling around in your stuff. She then started cussing me and
calling me nothing but a white trash honky… I didn’t resort to racial slurs
basically because it’s petty but a few choice words slipped from between my
lips and I regret them. I wound up calling the apartment manager and the cops.
I have ask this woman several times not to talk to my kids, My kids know not to
talk to her. They can talk to any other neighbor, just not this one. I called
the cops, and management… Then to make matters better somehow the glass over
the crisper broke. I have no idea how… So as I go to bed tonight I am praying
for forgiveness, and writing an apology note… to the neighbor that I flew off
the handle to.
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