We once lived in a big 3 bedroom house that we were renting, we lived there happily for 4 or 5 years but we had fallen into a sticky situation. My mom being a single mother tried her best to do what she could but we all ended up splitting up for some time. I ponder if that had any effect on my mother? If that was hard for her not being able to provide for us and consequently having us all live with different people. After several months apart my mom had saved enough money to rent something.
We ended up in a small quaint house which was new but the area the house was placed was in a bad neighborhood, why would anyone build a new house in a run down neighborhood without cleaning up the scum first? That blows me, that's just asking for trouble, if you were to ask me. Moreover, we hadn't even been in this house for a month when somebody broke into our house. I was scared out of my wits and couldn't stay in that house in that neighborhood another night. When we called the police while the act was being committed, the police stated that they "couldn't find where we lived."
Then to add insult to injury when the police arrived on the scene this particular lady officer "Ms. Bitch with a gun" (I know I should show more respect for the law but she abuses her power and she proceeds with her job based on assumptions or discriminatory bias.) Ms. BWG asked me "did we sell drugs out of this house" I was so pissed. If I sold drugs out of that house I would not have bothered to call the police and risked getting arrested. Now do you understand why that question was so obnoxious? Furthermore, we figured we would always be targeted because we were single women and obviously we had something they wanted.
Consequently, I have some contempt for the people in my life that on that night was of no help. I remember when I told my grandma what happened and she responded "yea and, it was just a burglary."(or robbery I don't know how they classify it when a person is in the house during a burglary) . Like this was some everyday occurrence that happens to us more times than one can count!!! I would like to see her be burglarized while she is in the house and see how it feels!!! I love my grandmother to death but sometimes the way she down plays certain situations drives me mad! How insensitive can one person be? We left speedily left that house and landed in the MONSTER HOUSE!!!
Some how we ended up renting a dump of a four bedroom house. When I say dump I mean toilets don't work, kitchen is filthy dirty, no appliances, and rats and roaches. We didn't last very long in this house either, maybe two weeks. The worst two weeks of my life!!! the man who rented out this house needed his ass whooped!!! He knew damn well that his house was not suitable and not rentable! I never figured out what my mother was thinking, as far as I knew she thought we could spruce this place up, but this was beyond our means, so much work would have to go into this before it was ready to lived in. For one thing the carpet was freaking filthy, and was covered with roaches....I mean this was one of the most of degrading experiences ever.
The man had someone come spray for that roaches but that did absolutely nothing ....they covered the house in layers or waves just like in that movie "Joe's apartment" ughhh can't believe we had been subjected to that type of filth! The bathroom wall was like sub wall or something but the tub was so dirty it was beyond cleaning, it needed to be replaced. Then one night while I couldn't sleep I heard this awful banging, banging from in a closet. The noise scared me and I didn't know what it could have been, it was soon revealed. The biggest rat I had ever seen in my life popped out of the closet and sccurried off somewhere. I was out of there like the road runner, meep meep!!! I woke my mother up who was somehow sleeping (I think that's how she deals with things, she checks out from the present and focus her engery on her next move or in another reality.) we loaded everybody and the truck and was on the way to my aunts house seeking safer and more sanitary shelther when we got pulled over by the police at 3am!!! Guess who pulled us ove Ms. Bitch with a gun!!!! Yes it was she in the flesh!!!! She arrested my mom for not having a valid liscense and me and the kids were stuck in the car waiting for someone to rescue us, I was so afraid I broke the door handle on the car (hulk strength).
Thankful my aunt came to pick us up and the next day we were out of there ....meep, meep!! This is why that house is remembered as the Monster house because it was. We eventually ended up in some apartments that welcomed us back to sanity and provided a secure and sanitary place to live. If nothing else this experience humbled me, made me have more faith in God and more compassion for my fellow man.
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