Eleven years ago, I became a homeowner. It has been nothing short of a bad investment. Property value has declined, the neighbors have never been great and in some ways are getting worse. I've gotten stuck running the HOA more than once and currently, while I'm an officer, I have my husband handle all of it because I'm so over it.
In past posts, I have complained a bit about living here, but after yesterday afternoon we have come to realize that I have reached the bottom of the pit of despair. The only kid who is our daughter's age that lives around here throws rocks at people's windshields, calls adults names, and doesn't listen or have any respect for anyone - much like his father. Our daughter has lost interest in playing with him, but he doesn't get the hint. My husband and I have both told his parents about issues we have had with him, but it makes no difference. truthfully, I feel bad for the mother. She is in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship with his father and likely doesn't see a way out so she stays.
Additionally, the father is "Sanford and Son" with three boats that he never uses, a broken dirt bike, a broken motorcycle, a broken golf cart, and a giant tool shed and a tree house that he built with no permits. He owes the HOA thousands of dollars from not paying over the last several years, and has had a lean place on his property. Again, it makes no difference. That's all on one end of the building.
Our immediate next door neighbors supposedly have maggots and other unsavory inhabitants in their unit because, until last weekend, they hadn't taken their trash out in quite some time. We are assuming that their parents must be in town for Thanksgiving since their front porch is the cleanest I have seen it in years. We had a roof rat in our place after Easter that supposedly came to visit from their place. The two brothers that live there are at least nice enough people. The third brother that used to live there is the one who used to keep me up at night with loud music and parties, one of which my car got keyed at by a guest when I called the cops. My whole car had to get repainted because across my hood, the guy wrote "KUNT" and drew a line around the entire car body.
My mental well-being has been permanently damaged by all of the drama here and I truly hate that we are stuck here for our child's first several years of life. The plan is to sell my husband's place near Lafayette within the next few months and then work on getting out of my place which is where we live. Apparently, people who live near us think I'm a "crazy lady" as a teenager called me yesterday, but I don't care. Maybe that will make them all leave us alone until we can get out of this hell.
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