After all of the drama that occurred in my last story…our neighbors reported us to the housing authority that was in charge of our housing. The neighbor, who claimed that her “husband” did not live there and had not beaten her up, told the housing authority that she did not feel safe in her own home because of us. The officer, who had beaten my mother with his billy club, was also called in to testify.
After some deliberation, they determined that we were to be evicted. My mother’s friend acted dangerously and irresponsibly I know, but it all started with us TRYING to assist a neighbor that was being beaten.
If it happened again, we would probably do the same thing, because no one deserves to be beaten, but we did learn that it was not good to be so chummy with our neighbors.
From then on we wave, we are friendly, but we are not TOO friendly.
This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood traumas and adversities that I faced. If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read four-year-old-and-mother-survives-bludgeoning-by-river-rock/, or go to the Childhood Traumas category and start at the bottom.
The end result was that we had to find a place to live, and my mother could not afford much of anything for rent.
We ended up living in an old run down trailer that an elderly lady rented out.
The place was very small, and it was VERY nasty! My mother was a clean person, almost obsessive with her cleanliness, so we spent an entire day scrubbing floors and cleaning everything possible.
The dirt on the floors was inches thick. The walls were also covered in dirt splatters and who knows what else. There were mouse droppings everywhere. It was very disgusting, but all we could do was our best to clean it up and move in.
This is one of those instances where all you can do is smile and try to make the best of a horrible situation.
We ended up living there for at least a year, maybe a little more. I did not want to ride the bus to and from that house, so if I did ride the bus, I walked to another stop. I sometimes walked to and from school altogether, even though it was over two and half miles away. The students at the high school I attended were very judgmental.
Mom’s drinking increased, probably due in part to the increased stress. She also started selling her prescription medication to make ends meet. There were a lot of unsavory characters coming by on a regular basis.
One of which used to come stay on our couch quite often. He was usually so out of it that you could barely understand him. One night when he stayed with us, I awoke to a loud banging on the living room wall, of which my bedroom was on the other side. I frantically got up and opened the bedroom door to find him vigorously humping the living room wall!
I guess he was sort of sleep walking, as he was not awake. It was very unpleasant, I quickly shut the door and covered my ears until it stopped, completely grossed out!
Another lovely situation to be in as a young girl.
On another night, I again woke up to loud banging on the side of the trailer. Someone was walking up and down the trailer beating on it and yelling at the top of their lungs to let them in. I first thought it must be one of my mom’s crazy friends, so I opened the door.
That was not smart! Luckily the man was several feet away, because I did not recognize him, and barely got the door closed before he got back to it and started twisting the door handle again.
I was frightened! I went and woke up my mother (who had slept through the entire incident), and the guy she was dating got up, went outside, and made the man leave.
He was apparently just some crazy man!
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