Feelin Better
I realized I never let you guys know that I'm ok. I'm not actively talking to my sister right now. I'm not not talking to her, I'm just not calling or emailing her. I don't quite know what else to tell you is going on.
Work has been slow, but that's ok. The guy next door is moving out, which is a blessing. I want to rent his place as an office.
Another guy who lives on the property scared me so badly, I'm afraid to go outside. I came home in the middle of the night. I parked my car in it's tent and I opened the door and someone started screaming at me to "Slow don't. Don't drive that fast." (I was driving seven miles an hour) He was about 6'5, I didn't recognize his voice. He was standing in front of a light so I could only see the outline of him. I asked him who he was and he said he lived next door. I told him I couldn't see him and he said it didn't matter. I lost it, because when I get really afraid I come out swinging, verbally at least, I started to scream back. "I'll drive as I see fit. It's my driveway to drive in how I'd like. Fuck off asshole." He then starts calling me a Bitch as he walks down the driveway. "Bitch. Big bitch. Big fucking bitch. Huge Bitch." I had one big fear about living out here in the sticks. On night there would be a man in my driveway and there would be nothing I could do about an attack. While he didn't physically attack me, I can't come home alone anymore, I have anxiety about going out my door. I actually drove about 20 miles out of my way to pick up Ludwig (even though he had a ride home) so I didn't have to go home alone. I'm terrorified. I shook for an entire day.
Later his girlfriend came to the door to tell me there is a small child living there who has figured out how to get out the door. DUH, I would slow down if I knew there could be a little kid in the driveway. If they had just told me instead of yelling at me, things would be different.
I wrote my neighbors each a letter. One to her saying she's welcome to pass though my yard to feed the goats and to get to the tree house. One to him saying he isn't allowed in my yard again, period. I will call the police if he comes in my yard.
I'm thinking about getting a gun.
Work has been slow, but that's ok. The guy next door is moving out, which is a blessing. I want to rent his place as an office.
Another guy who lives on the property scared me so badly, I'm afraid to go outside. I came home in the middle of the night. I parked my car in it's tent and I opened the door and someone started screaming at me to "Slow don't. Don't drive that fast." (I was driving seven miles an hour) He was about 6'5, I didn't recognize his voice. He was standing in front of a light so I could only see the outline of him. I asked him who he was and he said he lived next door. I told him I couldn't see him and he said it didn't matter. I lost it, because when I get really afraid I come out swinging, verbally at least, I started to scream back. "I'll drive as I see fit. It's my driveway to drive in how I'd like. Fuck off asshole." He then starts calling me a Bitch as he walks down the driveway. "Bitch. Big bitch. Big fucking bitch. Huge Bitch." I had one big fear about living out here in the sticks. On night there would be a man in my driveway and there would be nothing I could do about an attack. While he didn't physically attack me, I can't come home alone anymore, I have anxiety about going out my door. I actually drove about 20 miles out of my way to pick up Ludwig (even though he had a ride home) so I didn't have to go home alone. I'm terrorified. I shook for an entire day.
Later his girlfriend came to the door to tell me there is a small child living there who has figured out how to get out the door. DUH, I would slow down if I knew there could be a little kid in the driveway. If they had just told me instead of yelling at me, things would be different.
I wrote my neighbors each a letter. One to her saying she's welcome to pass though my yard to feed the goats and to get to the tree house. One to him saying he isn't allowed in my yard again, period. I will call the police if he comes in my yard.
I'm thinking about getting a gun.