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Bitch Attack (language; long)
I'm putting this here because I don't know where else to put it...maybe Life Advice but maybe not...Mods, move it if you want.
I'm just so upset I don't even know where to start. I got totally blindsided by a neighbor today. The nosy neighbor (this is how she actually described herself to friends of mine) came over right after I got home this evening, to ask me to move my garbage tote behind the house because when high winds knock it over, it hits her house and was banging up the siding. OK, fine. No problem with that. I apologized, said I hadn't realized it was hitting her house and I would make sure it didn't happen again.
Then I had the bad judgment to mention that she should have said something before. That started a recital of how hard I am to get ahold of because I don't answer the door, and why don't I talk to her, and I don't say hello and my sisters don't say hello (we used to...until she stopped talking to us) and blah blah blah...Everytime I started to say something, she ran right over me. Somehow it got to why did I move here if I don't like the neighbors (I did mention that in my old neighborhood, people minded their own business). She actually told me that I need to get out and talk to the neighbors "whether I like it or not." Meanwhile my sister stuck her head out the door and said we had moved because we didn't want to get robbed or raped.
And Nosy says "Well, nobody's going to rape her." (Meaning my sister). Now, #1) yeah, my sister and I both could lose some weight. It was pretty clear what Nosy was getting at. #2--When she was much younger, my sister came very close to being raped. None of the family knew about it until years later. This remark did not go over well.
Conversation, shall we say, deteriorated from there. My brain just couldn't keep up. I tried to say get the hell out of here and Nosy's mouth was running so she didn't even hear me. Then she tells me that she talked me into buying the house...which is total bullshit. She had nothing to do with it. She said some other things that were so far off the truth, I'm convinced she's delusional. Some of her remarks (about other people on the street) were a hair away from being racist. This is a woman who puts an orange traffic cone out in front of her house on Sundays to stop church-goers from parking there (they are blocking the hydrant, according to her...which they actually are not).
I don't have to involve everybody on this street in my daily life. I'm not some axe-murderer recluse. As I told her, I'm friendly with the neighbors that I want to be friendly with. Some people here are loud, foul-mouthed child-beaters and drug users, and I don't talk to them. My sisters and I don't use drugs, don't have fights or loud parties or obnoxious friends or kids, don't let our pets roam the street and don't bother anybody. We mind our own business. Apparently that's not good enough.
I'm still reeling. I feel like I was attacked...all three of us were. I don't need this shit. I don't know whether to laugh, cry or scream. Maybe all three.
I'm just so upset I don't even know where to start. I got totally blindsided by a neighbor today. The nosy neighbor (this is how she actually described herself to friends of mine) came over right after I got home this evening, to ask me to move my garbage tote behind the house because when high winds knock it over, it hits her house and was banging up the siding. OK, fine. No problem with that. I apologized, said I hadn't realized it was hitting her house and I would make sure it didn't happen again.
Then I had the bad judgment to mention that she should have said something before. That started a recital of how hard I am to get ahold of because I don't answer the door, and why don't I talk to her, and I don't say hello and my sisters don't say hello (we used to...until she stopped talking to us) and blah blah blah...Everytime I started to say something, she ran right over me. Somehow it got to why did I move here if I don't like the neighbors (I did mention that in my old neighborhood, people minded their own business). She actually told me that I need to get out and talk to the neighbors "whether I like it or not." Meanwhile my sister stuck her head out the door and said we had moved because we didn't want to get robbed or raped.
And Nosy says "Well, nobody's going to rape her." (Meaning my sister). Now, #1) yeah, my sister and I both could lose some weight. It was pretty clear what Nosy was getting at. #2--When she was much younger, my sister came very close to being raped. None of the family knew about it until years later. This remark did not go over well.
Conversation, shall we say, deteriorated from there. My brain just couldn't keep up. I tried to say get the hell out of here and Nosy's mouth was running so she didn't even hear me. Then she tells me that she talked me into buying the house...which is total bullshit. She had nothing to do with it. She said some other things that were so far off the truth, I'm convinced she's delusional. Some of her remarks (about other people on the street) were a hair away from being racist. This is a woman who puts an orange traffic cone out in front of her house on Sundays to stop church-goers from parking there (they are blocking the hydrant, according to her...which they actually are not).
I don't have to involve everybody on this street in my daily life. I'm not some axe-murderer recluse. As I told her, I'm friendly with the neighbors that I want to be friendly with. Some people here are loud, foul-mouthed child-beaters and drug users, and I don't talk to them. My sisters and I don't use drugs, don't have fights or loud parties or obnoxious friends or kids, don't let our pets roam the street and don't bother anybody. We mind our own business. Apparently that's not good enough.
I'm still reeling. I feel like I was attacked...all three of us were. I don't need this shit. I don't know whether to laugh, cry or scream. Maybe all three.
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