When I moved to Atlanta I expected intelligent and sophisticated women who lived in the apartment complex where I moved. Instead I was faced with backstabbing, trouble making, lying, childish, hateful winches...
Definition of a Winch a cross between a witch and a bitch...
I expected women with grace and dignity but what I lived was lying and manipulation, constant 911 calls to 12 and the rent office for no reason at all...
As my lack of understanding and anger grew towards these women so did my anxiety. I was constantly under scrutiny not knowing when twelve would show up at my house or a note from the rent office , if this is what is considered a ghetto I was in the middle on the hill fresh from the country a very small town at that.
And lack of education does not determine ones intelligence. With intelligence you will find dignity, understanding kind words not people who make up lies and constantly call the police on people for no reason, because a lie is no reason, its a lie, its not real. But some people will try and make a lie seem real and one lie after another by more than one winch in the building got me and all five of my children called to the rent office to get our last warning before being tossed into the streets. I felt a sense of desperation and I prayed in my mind to Mother Earth and Ms Askew continued to discipline me and my children for what seemed like forever and in the distance of nowhere my prayer was answered and the phone ringed in another office and a few minutes later a woman's voice says we just got another call about 151 Reeves circle and the police officer who stood in the doorway got a call from dispatch and he spoke into his shoulder radio and said go ahead and dispatch says, we just got another call about 151 Reeves circle the caller says she lives at something Reeves circle, she lives in the apartment directly beneath 151 and she says there is so much noise coming from the apartment it soundslike the floor is going to fall in on her...
I looked towards him and said, it can't be me or any of my children we all in the rent office. It got so quiet I could hear breathing. Pure harassment for two whole weeks, them winches never gave me a chance. Ms Askew sat back in her chair and said Ms Miller I got this, I know what they trying to do, you go on back to your apartment I got this. She apologized to me and my children over and over as we left.
Now you would think the winch below me would have stopped but no she had to call the police on me while I was in my dark apartment alone in the middle of a real panic attack with no noise at all when my phone rings and it was her, I'm kinda thankful to that winch for that call becauae that fear left me the hell alone because now I have a real problem, a winch who want stop picking at me, who is this woman I have never met before moving to Atlanta three long weeks ago...
When I answered the phone it was her my neighbor the one who called twelve the slut in the apartment directly beneath me, now this bitch is calling me, but why. That slut might have worked as a security guard at night somewhere, I'm not sure I never got a chance to know her because once I found out she was one of the many women making up shit in me, I decided not to have anything at all to do with that ho, she was a done deal...at any rate I answered the phone and it was that winch who live under me telling me my tv was to loud and she went on to say we were keeping up to much noise and she was about to call the police because we were keeping her from her sleep. I tried explaining it wasn't me and she refused to hear me and I ended the phone call with a fine do what you have to and I hung up my phone and dialed nine one one and told dispatch everything that had happened, I felt so desperate I told her how long I had lived there and how many times the police had been called on me and then I told her about the call while we were all in the rent office and I hung up the phone and waited not sure what would happen but I waited and soon there was a knock at my door and I peeked thru the peek hole and there was an officer, I took a deep breath and opened the door and he stepped inside and I told him everything and he said I stood outside and listened and there was no noise coming from your apartment there is noise coming from another unit...he them said let me go downstairs and talk to her, I felt a little bit better but was not sure what she would tell him and what he would believe. So I paced back and forth waiting on him and then I walked out onto the balcony trying to listen but I couldn't hear anything from her apartment. It was dusk dark and not a lot of people in the back of the building just a few children running and playing, all the activities go on in the front of the circle.
I went back inside and waited and wondered would I get an eviction notice this time would he believe her lies and go to the rent office to leave another complaint. As I paced there was a knock at my door and I opened the door and the officer walked in and he said would you like to press charges against her and I said no sir I just want to live here in peace and he said if you don't press charges I can't help you because what she is asking me to do is unrealistic and I can't help you if you don't press charges. And I said no sir, I don't want to press charges and he says theres nothing else I can do I did talk to her and told her she better not call you anymore because what she is doing is harassing you and I can't help unless you press charges and I said no sir and he said good luck and left.
And all seemed well but about a week or so later and all my children were home and were all somewhere else, some may have been at Ms Kesha and some outside in back, but I was in the house alone and there was a knock on my door and who should appear, the winch from the floor under me. I said yes, how may I help you, and she said I worked last night and I'm tired and all I can hear is your tv real loud and children playing and I said Bitch if you don't get the hell away from my gotdamn muther fucking door telling lies and shit and she took off back down the steps, I said bitch don't ever knock on my got damn door again with that bullshit my children outside you lying bitch and I heard her door slam and I slammed my door and I must say I finally felt a little bit better but would you believe that winch tried hugging me one day at her sons graduation...noooo bitch we need to address the bullshit you put me thru then we might can embrace wit a hug but me reward bad behaviour wit a hug, NOT...
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