God Lord, WHY IS THIS WICKED WITCH NOT DEAD YET?!?!
I am SO FUCKING PISSED OFF!
I had a great birthday. I had a wonderful time. Everyone I knew called me to wish me happy 21st. I was having a wonderful, beyond my expectations day until about 11:00pm.
Why? Because of the saddest, nastiest, most horrid woman on the face of this planet, a.k.a. the lady who lives downstairs.
Now, my aunts live in West Palm Beach and I live in Coconut Creek. That's roughly a 45 minute drive and about as many miles between. They are broke. They just recently got a new place following having the bank foreclose on their house in Pembroke Pines and they're now getting back on their feet. They have almost no money. Nonetheless, they got about $90.00 today from one of their first paychecks from a new job and put gas in their car. That gas could have lasted them almost a week had they driven only to and from work or school (and to grocery shop). Instead, they took the remainder of the money, went shopping, got me a present and drove all the way down here to tell me happy birthday. My 9-year-old cousin should have been asleep for school tomorrow but he stayed awake to come see me.
They arrived here at about 9:30pm. They weren't planning to stay long. We had some cake and ice-cream and chatted for about 15 minutes and then they got up to leave. My grandmother, who usually lives with them, came down with us yesterday to spend the day with me. She left with them because she forgot her weekend meds so she couldn't stay through to Sunday like she'd promised. I was still happy --delighted and touched and practically giddy-- to see that they would do all this for me and to just see them because, for all the fighting that goes on, I really love them.
So I was having a great time. They were leaving and I was in a great mood. I was looking forward to spending the last hour of my 21st birthday happy and content (the actual party's supposed to be Sunday) and quiet. I just wanted to bask in the glow of a great day.
But no. Supreme-jack-asshole-motherfucker had to go and ruin it.
As my aunts were walking down the stairs to the parking lot, they had to pass Old Hag who was out their no doubt tormenting the ducks she accuses us of killing (it's illegal in this state to feed much less kill them, we don't go downstairs to see the ducks, we can't really stand the way they crap all over the walkway, we have nothing to do with ducks save for watching them on the lake). As they are leaving, no one says anything to her. They don't even look at her. Next thing we know, she starts out counting them.
I kid you fucking not, the old bitch start to count them and says, "Six. Oh my god, unbelievable. Finally they're leaving."
WHAT THE FUCK? They were here for LESS THEN ONE FUCKING HOUR, BITCH!
So my aunt turns and goes, "Excuse me?"
Old Hag gets all up in arms and goes like, "It's ridiculous the number of people you have up there. I'm sick of you all."
When my aunt says that it's none of her business who visits us, she practically chases them away. She tells them to, "Just get away! Go home!"
EXCUSE ME?!?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO CHASE MY GUESTS AWAY?
So my aunt, who is completely pissed off by this point, calls her a "sad old cow" and walks on. Old Hag them turns on me and my mother who were standing on the stairs. She goes, "Next time you want to live in a house with 55 people you should just live on the bottom. Move into a single storey house, not an apartment."
Mom replies, "You're just saying that because you have no one to visit you."
She goes to reply but my aunt, who was delaying getting in her car to make sure we were alright, says something. Nothing with bad language but she says something I didn't hear. Old Hag turns back and says, "Move into a bottom flat. Can't you afford to live on your own?"
HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?
I'll have you know that my aunt works for good money. The reason her house was foreclosed on was because she spent thousands of dollars on my grandfather's hospital bills and FUNERAL. She's currently renting a place (even on her shitty credit) that costs $500 - $750 more than any of the places in our complex. I was so fucking pissed that that lady would have the audacity to say something like that, I started to tremble with rage.
I wasn't even thinking; I asked her why she couldn't afford a life. She said some shit, I didn't even bother listening to her reply. She said something about affording anything. I was so angry I don't even remember what else she said. I gave her the finger a couple of times and the last thing I said to her was, "MOVE!"
I am still pissed. I'm calling the Home Owner's Association in the morning, separately from my mother. She has no right to tell me who can and cannot visit me on my birthday. She has no right to verbally attack my guests. More than that, she has absolutely no fucking right to even think about insulting my family.
She's a lonely old asshole. She's moved into a family community. If she wanted complete silence and nothing happening EVAR, she should have moved into one of those 60+ communities. There is no rule against having children, there is no rule against entertaining. We have the right to see people. More than that, it's someone's birthday and it's the week before Labour Day. We can see people if we want to.
The whole thing is, I think this woman is fucking nuts. She's called the police on us twice and neither time have we gotten into trouble because it's obvious to any cop that we aren't doing anything to warrant having them present. We don't play loud music after dark, we don't have booming, jump-around parties. We make NO noise during the day because I'm always the only person home and I don't wake up until noon. I don't like too much noise and in an empty condo, I don't need to play music loud to hear it well. But she isn't satisfied.
Once, my cousins and I were on the balcony talking and she called the cops. There was no music, there was no shouting. We were talking and playing cards. The cops came and asked us to take it inside and he was fucking apologetic that he had to do it.
The second time, they met my sister and her kids as they were leaving to go home. It was the last weekend before school started back, it was my Mom's birthday, it was the last time my nieces and nephews would get to come hang out with us properly for a while. They left at midnight. The cops were down there. They had nothing to say to us since it was obvious the action was over. They proceeded to inform my mother that Old Hag calls them when we shower too late at night.
Wha-? No, seriously: WHAT. THE. FUCK?
I hate that woman with the fire of a thousands suns. I hope she dies. I hope it's painful. I hope that no one cares when it happens. I hope they use her body for strange experiments and chop off parts postmortem. I hope they toss the remains to the dogs. I hope the dogs throw it up. I hope she is never allowed another chance to breathe again. I wish that no more oxygen is ever wasted on her again. I would never do anything to her, I would never harm her but I will sit back and watch karma bite her in the ass. When it's done chewing her to bits, I'm planning to smile.
Ruin my birthday and see what happens.
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I am probably going to hell for wishing these bad things on someone but I was so angry I almost cried. I'm still breathing hard and it's been two hours since it happened. I never imagined that my 21st birthday would end on such a low note.
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I would also like to note that despite the rife swearing in this post, I never said a single curse word when talking to her. I am above that and, really, I'm appalled that she managed to drag me down to her level and force me to retort to her. I am not proud of my actions -- my whole family is mortified that we behaved in such a manner outdoors. We are calling the Association.