THINGS ARE LOOKING GRIM AGAIN!
I am completely run down and exhausted!
I needed to go back home tonight to pick up a few toiletries I forgot to pack, a change of clothes, check on THE KITTY and get some laundry. I am just too tired to drive. Even a mini nap didn't do it.
I'm looking at a place in Orinda in the morning and I need to crash soon. I don't think it's going to be something workable, but I have to look. So far nothing is working out and I am really fed up with the situation at "home."
I've been combing craigslist and there's just nothing.
I hope I manage to sleep tonight because now I'm going to have to get up even earlier than planned.
There's nothing like waking up like that when you're already sleep deprived and feeling so upset you just can't go back to sleep. Everything seems hopeless in the middle of the night when nothing can be done about it.
I managed to drift off for a while but I had terrible anxiety dreams, woke up and sobbed for a long time. Now I'm also stuffed up and puffy.
- I need this to end!
- I desperately need some peace!
- I'm tired of having to live with unstable or abusive people and rent from slumlords because I don't have the money or credit to afford more.
I have been looking for a place for myself and my cat for 6 months now. I'm out of time. I'm out of emotional reserve. I have these wonderful respites of joy, companionship, creativity and solace but then I have to go back to this hell that I didn't earn. It's senseless.
I don't think it's too much to ask for a safe, affordable, stable place to live so I can stop worrying and focus on putting some good back into the world. Seriously, even though most of the time I'm convinced it will turn out fine, the process is so excruciating I almost don't care!
And it's not just me I'm worried about it's LiLi. She didn't do well when someone tried to foster her before. She's really not adoptable. Even if I could bear to be seperated from her, she would not be ok.
I am full of anxiety, worry and justifiably; anger! None of which do me any good, especially when I have to be up in 5 hours.
Meh. All I wanted to do last night was sleep. Today's going to be tough. Grateful I'll have some help.
I know it's Easter Sunday & all but I really need help. The friend who was going to help me with moving some stuff to storage today had to cancel because of car trouble. I put out a plea for someone with little muscle, who has a calm, yet possibly foreboding vibe (because the current people living in the house are problematic at best) to help for only 30 minutes while I took stuff out of the basement and loaded it into a vehicle. Yeah. I know ; bad day to ask for help.
It'll be fine though, right?
Once again, my good friends Tammy and Rick came to the rescue:
Almost everything is out of the basement. Only a tiny bit of stuff that can be dealt with right before I move. Most of what was down there was boxes and packing supplies from the last move. Now to begin packing upstairs in earnest. Still have no place to go but stuff is going to storage!
Unfortunately, I have more problems here:
*sigh* Looks like I will have to file formal charges of theft and harassment against D.S.
The cops were not impressed with the disrespect she showed them the other night when she threatened to throw my sofa and other things out on the street. They explained the law to her. They advised her to stop harassing me and not to touch my property, to just let me pack & move out in peace, but she can't help herself.
I told her that I had SOLD my dining chairs. I asked her to return the things she has in my room, which includes one of those chairs. She has refused.
It appears she scored 4 lovely chairs for the kitchen and just for childish defiance and spite (can't think of another plausible explanation) she took my desk chair. This was no easy feet because it was pushed up to my desk and packing stuff was on it, and put it next to the table with the other four.
As far as I know my other dining chair, my sewing machine and my oil heater, along with heaven knows what else she's taken, are still in her room.
In addition she either has the permission of Aaron Winett & my landlady Erin Green AKA Banzai Bezaire, to harass me or do whatever she pleases to my property. The alternative is that she has flat out lied by saying she does. The other night Aaron Winett says he did NOT tell her to do so but it's happening and they are now fully aware of the situation.
I think my landlady would just like me to move without any more problems. She claims her "parents are lawyers." If so, surely they would advise her not to interfere with:
- My ability to reside peacefully on the property while I am still paying rent.
- My packing or moving from the premises.
I don't want to have to keep involving the police. I don't want to take legal action but I don't see a lot of choice here. It's also going to be mighty embarrassing for someone who's trying to look professional and get her company off the ground to have her behavior addressed publicly in a legal forum. I have everything well documented.
A judge is not going to go for her excuse that she can do whatever she wants to me because:
- "well she's getting evicted" (not true)
- "well, she's crazy" (also not true and I'm unaware of her qualifications to diagnose me.)
Can we say slander, harassment, theft? I think it's well enough documented now that I can.
All I can say is this situation is going to cause a lot of unnecessary grief for all concerned if it remains unchecked.
Picture 1- new chairs + my desk chair
(desk chair is the one with the black seat)
Picture 2: My chair.
As you can see 5 chairs don't even really fit around the table.
Picture 3- Here you can see the effort she had to go through to extricate my desk chair.
Actually, there were a few more boxes piled up.
NOTE FROM FUTURE LORELEI.......
I'm sorry to tell you, that the violations will only get worse and more ridiculous! It's going to be hard to cope or to keep your sense of humor. That stuff you think you can get out of the basement later? It won't happen.
Daniella will only get worse and the person who will move into your room eventually, a person you thought was your friend will join her and treat you horribly. They will violate your peace of mind, your privacy and your property. Things will get better in fits and starts. You will go through some terrible things yet. It's probably not over, but in about four years things will have improved. Just keep swimming!
Hugs and Ice Cream,