Is it THAT frightening to say what you mean? I'm serious! Why is it that people think it's so rude to open your mouth and speak the truth? Yeah, I suppose I could just pipe down and go on about my boring little life like nothing at all was wrong, but shit what's the fun in that?
I'm not afraid of THE CONSEQUENCES OF TELLING IT LIKE IT IS, THAT'S FOR DAMNED SURE.
WHAT I DO NOT LIKE IS BEING JUDGED FOR HONESTY.
REMEMBER THE BOWENS? WELL, HOW COULD YOU FORGET 'EM? Anyway, the reason they were mad at me - and here's the real clincher - is because I documented everything they did to me and posted it on my blog for all the world to see. Yes, that is what I did that was so wrong. I videotaped them acting stupid out there on my property, yeah, they lived there, but it was my property regardless. They flipped me off, they called me and my husband ugly names, they tried to coax us out of our house so we would descend to their level and have a fist fight with them - and I have it all on video. That video I shared with the world, so everyone I know and everyone that knows them, can see what kind of fools they made of themselves.
Wait, there's more. I didn't tell 'em to get out until after they'd started packing! Yeah, if that's not the craziest thing you ever heard. See, randy and I were "friends" at one time. actually, he just used me - but that's okay, that's what friends are for, right? Anyway, when Marie's sorry ass left him, I was there to pick up the pieces and try to help him along the way. I tried to help him repair the rift between him and his daughter by taking him out there and making him spend time with her. Yeah, we went in my car - ask her sometime. I took chesley out there too, just to make sure he saw his mother and grandmother. I tried to encourage randy to quit smoking. I tried to help him get his house cleaned up. However, somewhere in the midst of all this, Marie's sorry ass steps in and decides she wants her husband after all. Maybe he didn't rape her, maybe he wasn't the abusive asshole that she told everyone he was. Guess what? I didn't let anyone believe her lies - so she couldn't do to him what she did to chip. No sir. She had to eat those words because the entire state of Arkansas wasn't going to hate Randy like they did chip as long as I had anything to say about it.
Well, he was weak is all I can say. He was weak and spineless because he chose to move that nasty excuse for a woman back down here. He chose her over his daughter. He chose her over his sanity. He chose to believe her lies over obvious truth. That was my part in all this, I told him the truth about her and I led him to other people who knew her and knew that she was trash and what she was saying behind his back. They even told him about her. They can't be friends with him anymore now either because, well, they got back together.
While they were apart, however, he and I had an agreement that he would never let her move back in here next to me. No matter what else happened, he would sell the place and move if he decided to get back with her. He would let the place be repo'd if it came down to it, but he would not put me through having to live next to that two-faced, back-stabbing white trash ever again. This was the agreement. I did not know that she was coming back, I just knew he wasn't talking to me. I knew something was wrong because he was carrying stuff out of the house. I didn't bother to ask because he wouldn't respond to my text messages or phone calls. It figured that she had brainwashed him again, since he has very little brain in the first place.
So he sent me an unsolicited text message saying for me not to worry that he was packing things up and that someone would come and get the trailer off my property. hm. This was news to me. I asked about the storage building and he didn't even respond to that. It was as if I got the message from out of thin air and I sent back a message to thin air for as much as I hear from my erstwhile friend.
Several days later, as a matter of fact I think It was almost a week later, she came back. She drove that explorer up the driveway to the trailer, got out of it and walked into the trailer shaking her big ole disgusting fat ass back and forth like a walrus trying to make its way up a rocky beach. Yeah, she was back, just as she said she was going to be. It didn't take me more than 30 minutes to have a "notice to quit" drawn up, signed, faxed to the sheriff's department and posted on the front door of that trailer (which lana subsequently ripped off and took inside). Didn't matter to me who got it, just that they got it, and got out.
That is when the real trouble started. They decided to call the law and find out if I could do that. Well someone at the sheriff's department told them I couldn't do it. Someone was wrong. I couldn't evict them from their own home, but I could evict the home from my land! So I called Vanderbilt mortgage (the folks that do the financing for Clayton Homes) and retracted my permission to have that trailer on my property! The lady was really taken aback when I told her the real reason - apparently randy had already called them but gave her some hair-brained story and she was really more inclined to believe me. They were packing, she said, and she wanted me to call her the minute the last stick of furniture was removed and she'd have the movers out there to get it.
Well, surely enough, the trouble continued, 6 days, 7 days, 8 days after I had given them the notice. The sheriff's department was just itching to come out here and throw them out of that place. More to shut me up than anything, I'm sure, but because we'd had to call them out here several times to keep the peace. Lana was acting an absolute fool (much to be expected from someone like her) and Randy was uncontrollable. His behavior really was weird, like he was on drugs or something. It was almost as if Marie had drugged him. Now I can't vouch for that, but he was acting completely out of character the entire last week of his stay here.
Day 8 and they were out with screams, taunts, filling the septic tank with boxes of trash, shoes and clothes, tearing everything up that they couldn't take with, and leaving the place filthy and nasty - because they could. But they were gone. Thank God almighty, they were gone.
Day 9, we were just amazed at how peaceful the first day was without the bowens there. Without the noises and the visitors, without the gut feeling that something was fixing to happen or the other shoe was going to fall anytime. There was always a fear that Marie was going to lose her mind and hurt someone or that Lana was going to break the steak knife out and try to carve Ronnie a new asshole (again).
Day 10, the trailer moving fellas showed up to collect that mobile home. I was just simply aghast. My mouth fell open in complete shock. They were the same folks that had brought it out here. Randy had told them the most unbelievable story about why he had to move. Of course, when they saw the mess in the septic tank and the mess in the yard, it wasn't hard to convince them that he was full of shit. I had been good enough to let them stay out here with all their bullshit, trying to help them and the kids and trying to be their friend - and they shit on me. Yes, friends, there was fecal matter.
Day 11, the trailer was gone, the Bowens were gone, the Hills were gone, there was just the remnants of trash that they had left behind. It's day 11 and an unbelievable sense of peace and tranquility washed over me. I don't have to see them again! I do not have to look at her ever again if I don't want to. I don't have to hear her nasty mouth ever again. I do not have to smell his breath ever again. I don't have to hear the foul language coming from their teen-aged children ever again (the exception is his sweet daughter who he threw out of his house because Marie gave him an ultimatum - her or the daughter, that is the sweetest child God ever saw fit to give someone).
Day 12; Well, there's still a mess, and it occurs to me that nobody is going to come and clean up the mess. Okey doke. Well, I made up my mind that I was going to do it myself in my own good time. it's my land. It's my chore. I'll take care of it and build a garden where that fucking trailer once stood. Yes, I will make something of this disaster. I mowed the yard instead, lol.
I stopped counting. The 10th day of the notice to quit was may 8. It is now May 23, officially 15 days after they moved that trailer out of here and I still look out my kitchen door and wonder if I'm going to see that damned explorer sitting there….
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