Meng Problems
I got up just before 7 this morning and went to the bathroom. While I was on the toilet, the dogs began barking, and I heard banging on the back door. I stuck my head outside the bathroom window. It was my horrible neighbor next door with his arms akimbo. I asked him what he wanted, and he said, “Come downstairs, I want to talk to you.” I said for him to go away. He said the police were outside. I called him a bastard. He took a picture of me. I told him to take another one of me and called him a bastard once more. I had just woken up. I began shaking. I put on my dressing gown and walked into the street. As I got to the sidewalk, he stuck his phone into my face. There was a picture of grass and some meat. I asked what that was, and he said cold cut on his lawn. Knowing what he was insinuating, I told him he’s got cameras all over the place. Look and see how it got there. Then I spoke to the police and recounted some of the things he has put us through. I called them black-hearted, mean-spirited bullies and evil people with no compassion. He pointed to my son’s car and asked who parked cars like that. I said, “Don’t you know why it’s parked like that?” He asked, “Why?” I said, “Because he pulls his car so close to the driveway, it is impossible to back out of the driveway. And what kind of people come yelling and spewing filth out of his mouth a few weeks after my husband died, removing that car off my property?” It was my husband’s car parked on the street between our house and his. I turned to the police and said, “He thinks the city streets are his property.” At which point the police reaffirmed that. He then said that no one likes us. I said that we have lived here for forty years and never had any problems with our neighbors until they came along. Then, this piece of garbage said he will stop bothering us if we moved the car. I told him to go to hell. I do not trust him. At that point, I went back to the house, shaking like a leaf. I was still shaking when my son came home in the evening.
The next day, I had a recurrence of my very bloody ulcerative colitis attack, which I get during stress. No one should live like this!
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Today is my mother’s yahrzeit. We were planning to go to the synagogue that morning to say prayers for her. I showered early, put on my makeup to be ready to go when my son came back from taking the dogs to the park. I heard him come in, and then I heard the dogs barking. I did not understand why. They kept running back and forth very agitated. Then I heard someone knocking at the front door. I went downstairs. It was a neighbor from up the block. He told me to call the police because ‘that crazy neighbor’ was at it again. My heart started pounding again. I thought that for sure he had knifed my son. I called the police, called my neighbors across the street that he started again. They came out. Kelly was standing by his car. The Meng character lay spread-eagled almost under the fender, pretending to be hurt. The police arrived, the ambulance came, the fire truck came. They put him on a stretcher and carried him to the ambulance. It looked as if my son would be arrested. I was hysterical. That bastard was playacting. They all went upstairs to view the cameras, which we had put in because of these slimes. They came back and told him to get out. They were going to hold him on criminal charges. They said they would. Then they didn’t. He then walked over to the fence in our garden. His arms were once more akimbo. He looked at me with a satisfied grin on his face. I am scared of him. I am so scared he is going to stab my son! There is something so evil and vicious about that family. I have been shaking all day.