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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