Like everyone else, 2020 is dragging on me. The unknown future. The shitty present. The unbelievable past. It is a lot.
Nobody needs extra bullshit right now, but that is what I’m getting.
We’ve got some problem neighbors and either their relationship or his mental health is deteriorating. Maybe both.
I am an outside observer. I don’t know them at all except to say hi when passing in the hallway. All I know is what I’ve observed through my window when ruckuses are being made.
Just a couple days ago it was an 8 cop ruckus.
Last night it was only a 3 cop ruckus. I still don’t know what the hell happened. It was pretty late in the evening when I heard some banging. At first, I didn’t think too much of it because my apartment is next to one of the manager’s storage rooms and sometimes there is banging in there when he is getting something. It usually isn’t at night, but you know, if there is an emergency, he is on it at all hours.
Since my wall was shaking during the banging, I figured that was what it was, until my son came in and asked if I heard it. I guess the entire apartment was shaking and he thought it sounded like it was coming from the opposite direction from the storage room.
It didn’t last very long so we shrugged it off and returned to what we were doing. A few minutes later he came in to ask if I heard the yelling. I had my headphones in so I did not.
He had been on video chat with someone and even they could hear it.
According to my son’s report, it was not words, just some bellowing sounds. Like a primal scream sorta thing.
Again, short-lived, so we went back to what we were doing.
Until we heard the sirens. Shit.
Just a couple of cop cars this time.
Again they were useless. Three cops came in. They knocked on his door. He and his wife opened it. The cops went inside for less than two minutes. Then they came out and left.
No consequences again.
Can’t they at least change him for all the goddamn times they have to come out here? Yeah, yeah, our taxes pay for them, but when one person is using a ridiculous amount of the services that the rest of us almost never use, it is bullshit that he gets away with it over and over.
I’m not sure if this is some bad soap opera we are trapped in or a mystery.
Their cat has been outside for several days. Now, the cat is an escape artist so it is not unusual to see him wandering around the complex, but never for this long. Sometimes he is out for a few hours and then someone in their house notices that he is missing and they retrieve him. Or sometimes a neighbor returns him.
The night of the big bruhaha we saw a neighbor try to return him after everything had settled down, but they did not answer the door to take him in. Someone has put out a bowl of water for the cat in the shade under a tree. I think that cat is better off not in that house right now.
Also, I have not seen their kids in over a week. Usually, I see them at least every other day either going in or out of their apartment or down in the play area.
They look elementary school-aged and in our area, those schools don’t go back until the end of the month.
My son and I hope that the kids are maybe visiting family or something and are not trapped in that apartment and witness to all of this bullshit.
There is a lady that I know is friends with them and she’s a ummmm…how do I put this diplomatically…a busybody. She does not seem concerned about the children and I believe she would be asking questions if she didn’t know where they were.
I know it is a hard time for everyone. I’m trying to be compassionate, but this man’s meltdowns and the authorities’ complete abdication of any responsibility for handling it, combine to make me feel unsafe in my home.
I’m not trying to sound melodramatic. I don’t think he will attack or hurt my family or anything like that. I don’t want his problems to reach the point where he hurts someone in his family.
The cops are not going to help. I don’t want to complain to the manager because I don’t want them to get kicked out. I don’t want “making two kids homeless” on my conscience. I know there are domestic violence hotlines but I don’t think they are going to send help to people who are not asking for it themselves and whose names I don’t even know.
On a more selfish note, the helpless hopeless feelings that I am having about the situation are triggers for my depression. It has already been digging its claws into me and I don’t need any extra fuel for it.
I guess maybe I better take a page from my late boyfriend’s guide to life and ostrich-out. I’m gonna close the blinds and try not to notice what is going on. At least until I come up with a better idea.