If you haven’t already, go read part 1 to this story before you read this part, otherwise you’ll probably be pretty confused!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to mom shame. I hardcore struggle with juggling my household responsibilities with making sure my kids don’t kill themselves. I can absolutely sympathize with the struggle of motherhood, and I could clearly see April was having a hard time. I think she tended to take her frustrations out on her son. There was a huge disconnect with her disciplining him. She seemed to alwaya go straight for hitting him, and it was to the point where this kid did not respond to spanking or slapping of any kind. He was basically immune to her punishments because of how frequently she hit him, which was well beyong simple spanking no matter if you agree with spanking or not. I suspected her husband was physically violent with this child as well, though there were few times when anyone witnessed anything substantial in public. Erin was always extremely careful to keep his abuse behind closed doors so no one could get him in trouble. This played a huge part in the end of the investigations opened on them.

I’ll try to summarize all Erin did as best I can so you can fully understand what kind of person he was/is: He continuously bought his wife gifts and then broke them during their next argument (destroyed countless TVs; destroyed many phones, both cheap and expensive, one of them likely being the one I bought his wife because this scum bag refused to provide for his own family; let her buy makeup for herself them poured it in tue toilet and peed on it; let her buy a few new articles of clothing then lit them on fire amd burned holes in them on their patio). He cheated on her with multiple women (this includes women whose ads he repsonded to on Craigslist…ew. He also set up dates with a trans woman on a dating app, and tried to hit up my married friend who is black american. This wouldn’t normally be strange for anyone else, except Erin was openly very racist and very judgemental of those in the LGBT community). He blew the vast majority of their money on food/workout gear for himself (I’ve seen the emails exchanged with his dealers, steroids are EXPENSIVE as hell and he purchased them often) to the point where April could not afford to provide for herself and their son and their own child was so skinny, you could see just about all of his bones. He locked his wife and child purposefully out of the house twice and they had to come stay in my house because they had absolutely nowhere to go and no reaources to provide for themselves. He took his wife off their bank account so she had zero access to any money, and she had never had a job because he forbade her from working. He hit her on several occasions, usually somehwere that would not show a bruise easily like her head (any bruise there would be hidden by hair. One time he actually shoved her in her abdomen not long after she found out she was pregnant, and she miscarried that baby a short time after). He would take her car and move it to an undisclosed location so she couldn’t use it or would take her keys so she couldn’t get into her own car or her own house without him there. He controlled her to the point where she would not leave the house and was not allowed to go a certain distance away from the house… And if she did, she had to take pictures of herself along the way and send them to him so he had solid documentation that she was not lying about where she was going. He ripped her child from her and hid the child at a stranger’s house for several hours sitting in a poopy diaper (he claimed to be “spending time with his son” but was pacing in view of the distraught mother while the chikd was sitting in a stranger’s house and would bring the child out in the open periodically just to see her completely flip out. He would wrench the child away from her grasp with NO regard for the child’s saftety when she tried to take her baby out of his arms). He “lost” all of her important documents like her birth certificate, driver’s license, military dependant ID (I think he “lost” her social security card too. Of course this wasn’t actually an accident on his part. Anyone familiar with military life knows how important a dependant’s ID is. She can’t stop anywhere on base without it, but she can’t leave base because she needs to have her military ID to get back on base due to the base being protected by gates staffed with armed guards who scan your ID as you drive onto the base). He bought her weed, which is not only illegal to take on base, but she is a minor and it is illegal for him to give it to her (the first time police were involved, he thought she was going to snitch on him so he threw her under the bus and told the police she smoked weed in their house on base). There’s probably so much more that I’m missing, but this is what I can remember at the moment. It was such a long battle to try to help April through everything that happened. Erin strikes me as having a textbook case of narcissistic personality disorder. Every other sentence out of his mouth is always a lie, and when you try to tell him he’s doing something wrong, he attacks you and points out your flaws and proceeds to victimize himself. I tried telling April my suspicion of NPD and tried to explain to her what it is, but her response was something like, “I know what it is, I took a psychology class in high school. I’m a little narcissistic too. Like I lie sometimes and have a hard time admitting when I’m wrong.”

First of all, high school psychology? Just… Lol. As you can see, she’s an expert in this field. She has literally no awareness of his manipulation. It’s ridiculous. She used to tell me, “I know I’m stupid for staying with him,” or, “I know I’m stupid for believing this thing he said.” I would tell her she’s not stupid, just in a bad relationship with a manipulative person. I am not ashamed to wholeheartedly admit I was most definitely wrong. She really is stupid, and it took me way too long to see it.

So let’s jump to where things got really insane. April found out Erin was cheating yet again, but instead of confronting him and having another CPS case opened against her due to her son witnessing the confrontation, she removed herself and her son from their house and walked across the sidewalk to my house. I tried my best to console her as she told me what was going on. Erin, however, locked himself in their house while she was venting to me. She was so distraught when she left her house, she didn’t take anything except her son, who was just sitting in a diaper. It was already late, so she wanted to get supplies for her child, like more diapers, clothes, his cup, and some snacks. Yet her trashy husband would not let her in the house to provide for their son. This was when I finally reached my breaking point. I had been silent this long because I knew if I went to the police, April would just lie for yer husband and nothing would ultimately happen. But I was livid that this grown ass man had his pity stick shoved so far up his ass, he didn’t even have the decency to provide for his own flesh and blood. I texted him and told him if he didn’t stop fumbling with his whithered, steroid afflicted balls, I was going to call the cops. One way or another, this baby was going to get what he needed to get through the night. After sending me a few barely coherent texts attempting to insult me, Erin left a few diapers on the sidewalk and left with the house still locked.

Obviously a few diapers was just not going to cut it. So after Erin left, April and I called our neighborhood’s 24 hr maintenance hotline. She told them she needed her house unlocked for her yet again. They said they would need to see a valid ID, but she didn’t have one because her husband purposefully lost them. She ended up having to explain that her pos husband locked her out of the house in a tantrum and he took her IDs and car, so the best she could offer was an expired state ID that only maybe was still in the house. Thank god the maintenance worker they sent over was a smart man who suspected there was abuse going on. He called police, who showed up the same time the maintenance worker did. This was around midnight, so April was so physically tired and emotionally drained, she started actually telling the police officers the truth when they asked her questions. She had me there to back her up, which probably helped her feel confident enough to open up and be honest. One of the officers pulled me to the side and asked if I had anything to share privately. Boy did I lay it on that poor man. I told him so much in a span of a few minutes. They ended up entering the house to make sure Erin wasn’t there. He wasn’t, but surprised! This b*tch ass ran off to dump his steroid stash! So April helped hunt down empty steroid jars and the police found all Erin’s needles he left behind. The officers and investigators documented absolutely everything. We stayed with them for several hours as officers and Erin’s unit searched for him while the investigators photographed everything in the house. He showed up to the house at one point, obviously enraged. The investigators apprehended him and patted him down before taking him outside so he would be a safe distance from April. It was a very long, stressful night.

Stay tuned for part 3! Part 3 is when all the really juicy stuff comes out!

So… Yeah. Remember when I said before that I’ve had some legit insane neighbors? I wasn’t kidding. And these people weren’t just the typical kind of crazy… They were legit BONKERS. Lost their marbles, nutty as a fruitcake, a few bananas short of a bunch, etc. You get the picture. They were (and probably still are) nuts. And unfortunately my family had to suffer for it. These people played a huge part in my being so motivated to move. Their drama and malice seeping into my life has been a ridiculously irritating experience, and I’m tired of it. Even though neither horrible neighbors live near me any longer, their living here has left a bad taste in my mouth. We’ve outgrown our house anyway, and the neighborhood in which we live is notorious for drama. I don’t really feel like sitting around and waiting for the next neighbor drama to strike, because this is the kind of place where there’s neighbor drama everywhere you turn.

So who was involved with neighbor drama #1 and what happened? Let’s call the wife April and the husband Erin. April and Erin had a son together about the same age as my son (they were born a month apart), which is how I came to know them. April started inviting us to play outside with them, so I would take my kids outside and my son would play with hers. The first weird things I started to notice were her troubles with keeping an active phone. Her phone always seemed to be having issues, so she wouldn’t always be able to contact me or our mutual friend. Soon enough I found out her husband did steroids. It made sense. He was hella gross looking, all enormous and ill proportioned. He looked as if he’d shoot away in a gust of released air if someone held a needle too close to his bulbous, balloon animal esque body. Keep in mind, this man is enlisted in the military. Doing steroids while in the military is something that will screw up your career real fast if you get caught. So not only was he ugly, he was dumb, too.

As time went on, she confided in me more and more. One of our mutual friends shared walls with April’s apartment (they were nextdoor neighbors) so I heard some concerning things coming from this mutual friend as well. April revealed to me that she was so often lacking a working cell phone because her husband would break her phones in anger to punish her for upsetting him. And that’s not all he broke. Over the course of their living here, he bought probably close to a dozen TVs and would break them dur8ng arguments as well. April would vent to me and our mutual friend because he caused her to lose all her friendships from back home, so she didn’t have anyone to talk to. Her father didn’t seem very supportive of her either, despite being the one who had to give permission for her to even get married.

You see, she wasn’t just a military mom and wife… She was still a teenager. She had her father sign the appropriate paperwork so that she could get married at 17. Her relationship with this ugly man (her husband) seemed to me to be just one bad decision after the other. They started trying to conceive a child after dating for about two months… Even though she was a very young teenager at the time. I was internally shaking my head when she was telling me all this. This girl was just not particularly smart. I’m all for marrying a man with dreams, but Erin thinks he’s going to be some kind of professional body builder someday. That’s literally what he thinks will happen after his contract in the military. His plan was to join the military, pump himself full of steroids all balloon animal style and whatnot, then get out after his 4 years and enter the world of body building and make loads of cash. I’m embarrassed for him at this piss poor attempts at life planninf and I don’t even like the guy. Yet somehow this douchebag convinced a girl, April, that his life plan was solid. She would make excuses and dish out very immature explanations any time someone tried to ask questions that challenged the solidity of their life plan. I could see from the very beginning that they would not work out and decided to try to help her as best I could for the sake of her innocent son who was suffering the most from living with Erin.

My first tactic was to be as supportive as possible for April. My hope was she would feel confident enough to leave if she knew she had people to catch her if she fell. I was there for her every time her husband broke yet another phone or TV. I was there for her every time her husband put a new hole in the wall or broke another appliance/piece of furniture in their home. I was there for her when she found out he had been cheating for months, and was there when the cheating continued to the point where he had been cheating on her for about a year. I was even there for her when she couldn’t afford to feed herself and her son because all of their money went to her husband’s workout gear and his steroids. My husband and I bought her a cheap smartphone and month of cell service from walmart once because her husband broke her phone and she needed something to be able to contact people on her layovers since she was flying back home with her son to visit her family. I was there that one time her husband hid their child in a stranger’s house, sitting in a poopy diaper for hours, just so he could watch his wife panic and sob due to her not knowing where her child was. This man was scum. He was the sh*ttiest excuse for a human being I have ever layed eyes on, and by the time this whole drama came to a close, I hated him with every fibre of my being.

Police were involve quite a few times because of his domestic violence. The only reason he would go free is April would lie. She would lie and take blame for stuff that happened, stuff that he did, because she is ultimately a stupid little girl and does not realize how much doing so endangers her keeping custody of her son. A CPS case was opened on her family because their glass screen door was shattered from her husband chucking her phone at it in attempt to break the phone (she lied and told police she was the one who threw it) and police ended up getting involved. Their son was in the house when it happened so CPS automatically opened a case. She freaked out because their home was in a constant state of squalor. The housing company that owned her apartment had given her many notices for leaving trash outside her house and even went as far as gave her notice of a home check once because maintenance workers going in to fix something in her house found their house was in “unlivable” conditions. She battled with a constant rodent problem and killed well over two dozen mice in her house before she eventually moved out. Between the trash and the destruction in that house, I can only imagine the horrors maintenance faced when repairing the house for the next tenants. And her move out bill must have been astronomical.

Stay tuned if you want to hear part 2 of my experience with these crazy neighbors!