People just boggle my brains sometimes...
I was just outside hanging some laundry out on the line when my best friend came into her back garden (our gardens are separated by a wall that's short enough to see each other's houses over). She proceeded to tell me that she was speaking with that family yesterday. The family that has been making our lives a living hell for the last two weeks.
The mother said to her that she wished that I had come to her before calling the police. Why? For one thing, I can count on one hand all the times I've seen her in the 10 months we've lived in this house. How the hell am I supposed to know if she's even there or not? For another, I don't know a single person that wouldn't have reacted the same way I did. I mean, come on - if you caught someone trying to break into your property, what would you do?
Then my best friend turned to the boys and asked them why they were torturing me. They told her that they thought I got the wrong impression. Okay... even if that had been the case, what did they end up doing? Instead of coming to me and telling me that I'd gotten the wrong end of the stick, they made that first impression even worse! Honestly, if there had been some reasonable explanation for what they were doing, I would have accepted that. But instead, not only did they admit to the police that they were climbing over my back wall, but they proceeded to make my opinion of them go downhill at record-breaking speeds.
Then my best friend mentioned that I can't even let my kids play outside because of them. Apparently the mother made some comment about liking my two youngest children - and they're the ones that are getting all the backlash at school! They're the ones that her sons have convinced the other neighborhood boys to beat up.
And the worst part of all of this? This woman can't bring herself to say boo to me. Not one word. Not I'm sorry that my kids are making your lives miserable. Not I think this is all a big misunderstanding (I don't think it is, but if she were to come to me saying something like that, I would respond in kind - I can be a bitch, but not 24/7). Nope, the rare occasions when I do see her, she simply walks right past me and doesn't say a word to me.
I think part of the problem is that they all expect me to be like they are. I hate to say it, but a lot of the people in this town are assholes. Not everyone, mind you - I have met some absolutely wonderful people here. But a lot of them are rude, impolite, downright bastards. And because they're like that, they expect me to be like that. Sorry, but I grew up in Chicago - where people are as nice as you could possibly get. Think New York with a side of sugar. That's me. And the fact is, if anyone from that family had come to me and tried to speak to me in a respectful manner, all of this shit with the police might have been avoided. Maybe not, but they didn't even try.
On a much happier note, look what Little Miss Helpful brought home for me today:
BLUEBELLS!!!
One of my favorites.... :)
Ain't she sweet????
The mother said to her that she wished that I had come to her before calling the police. Why? For one thing, I can count on one hand all the times I've seen her in the 10 months we've lived in this house. How the hell am I supposed to know if she's even there or not? For another, I don't know a single person that wouldn't have reacted the same way I did. I mean, come on - if you caught someone trying to break into your property, what would you do?
Then my best friend turned to the boys and asked them why they were torturing me. They told her that they thought I got the wrong impression. Okay... even if that had been the case, what did they end up doing? Instead of coming to me and telling me that I'd gotten the wrong end of the stick, they made that first impression even worse! Honestly, if there had been some reasonable explanation for what they were doing, I would have accepted that. But instead, not only did they admit to the police that they were climbing over my back wall, but they proceeded to make my opinion of them go downhill at record-breaking speeds.
Then my best friend mentioned that I can't even let my kids play outside because of them. Apparently the mother made some comment about liking my two youngest children - and they're the ones that are getting all the backlash at school! They're the ones that her sons have convinced the other neighborhood boys to beat up.
And the worst part of all of this? This woman can't bring herself to say boo to me. Not one word. Not I'm sorry that my kids are making your lives miserable. Not I think this is all a big misunderstanding (I don't think it is, but if she were to come to me saying something like that, I would respond in kind - I can be a bitch, but not 24/7). Nope, the rare occasions when I do see her, she simply walks right past me and doesn't say a word to me.
I think part of the problem is that they all expect me to be like they are. I hate to say it, but a lot of the people in this town are assholes. Not everyone, mind you - I have met some absolutely wonderful people here. But a lot of them are rude, impolite, downright bastards. And because they're like that, they expect me to be like that. Sorry, but I grew up in Chicago - where people are as nice as you could possibly get. Think New York with a side of sugar. That's me. And the fact is, if anyone from that family had come to me and tried to speak to me in a respectful manner, all of this shit with the police might have been avoided. Maybe not, but they didn't even try.
On a much happier note, look what Little Miss Helpful brought home for me today:
BLUEBELLS!!!
One of my favorites.... :)
Ain't she sweet????