The Monster Down Below

 So I am recovering from having a crying fit of a two year old.

I don't know what happened.  My mom was talking about moving if the monster down below doesn't leave after his court hearing in a couple of weeks.  She was looking for places for us to live and I snapped.  

Tonight, when I left for a walk, I walked out front and his girlfriend was sitting outside with a book.  One of the dogs barked and I could hear him yelling.

He's stolen like maybe 200 grand from his fake business.  He hasn't worked in the last year and a half.  Why do I feel like he's going to get away with it?  

I have no rights as long as he's here.  I have to feel like I'm imposing if I even use the side door.  That's my only exit.  Can't use lights, my WE Energies bill is a hardship every month because of him.  

I feel like I'm going to get driven out and seek more into debt because of this man bully.

He's a monster.  If there was a man living upstairs, he wouldn't be doing this.

Monster.  

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