This is a little off-focus from my blog but I thought I would share it anyway because it does share the same principles as my journey.
As we all remember Hurricane Sandy ruined our shores and many people’s homes. About two weeks after the storm I took a vacation to Jamaica and so many people there asked us about the storm. This was worldwide news, in case you needed reassurance at how bad it was.
At any rate, I came home to new neighbors living below me. I found out that they were displaced due to the storm and basically had nothing with them. While I felt badly for them, my sympathy quickly faded.
That Sunday night before going back to work my neighbors, a man and woman, were fighting. It lasted a good hour and I finally got up at 11:30pm and went downstairs to ask them to be quiet. I knocked on the door and this is how it went:
- Me: Hi, I’m Liz and I’m your neighbor upstairs. There’s been a lot of noise and I was hoping you could keep it down.
- The Gentleman (and I use that lightly): He opens the door a bit. We don’t have any furniture which is why it’s probably loud.
- Me: Ok, well, welcome to the neighborhood!
- The Gentleman: This is quite a welcome! You walk loud in the morning and you woke me up!
- Me: Ok, Great. And I walked away.
This was the beginning of the drama. This was my fourth neighbor to live below me and never have I heard anything like this!
After several months of this going on, several calls to the management office, I was told to call the police next time. Just great! Just what I want! The cops involved.
I have yet to mention his girlfriend. Let’s call her Baby. The reason I call her Baby is because she speaks like one eventhough she’s atleast 50. Supposedly (her mouth is like a waterfall of information to my nosey neighbor who tells me EVERYTHING!) she was in a bad accident which prevents her from working so she collects disability checks and is expecting a settlement while she rides her bike and walks several miles a day.
It also came to light that they were on the verge of being evicted because they couldn’t pay their rent since he was out of a job all the time as a car mechanic. I’m not a mechanic but you don’t get laid off from jobs like they since they are always in demand.
In other words, I have two deadbeats living below me who don’t want to work and manage to screw the people of New Jersey for money. Did I mention they just bought a miniature Australian shepherd from a breeder!?!
But I digress…. The real story is that while I was leaving for work today, she stopped me and gave me a big apology for her boyfriend being a loud drunk. She admitted that we got off on the wrong foot and that she was leaving him today. Her ex-husband and her son are coming to pick her up today and bring her to her home state of Illinois to get away from him. She also apologized because he doesn’t know she’s leaving and she doesn’t know how he will react. AKA, he may get violent so lock your doors.
While I don’t agree with her work/disability situation, this is a woman who put herself in a bad situation with a man who is clearly abusive. I give her a lot of credit for leaving him (much later than she should have) and hope she doesn’t go back to him. I can imagine it is difficult since she’s grown accustomed to this behavior but I hope she survives. It takes a strong person to do what she’s doing today.