After a week of "Hell"

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The picture is mine, it's of Petey after he tackled the friend's dog and gave him a good thrashing. I'm not too sure if this discussion will make it through with the word "Hell" in the title but I'm giving it a try. Hopefully it will. I'm not too sure but I think the old Toni is coming back. I don't EVER want to go through any weeks or months like the past month and week I had. It was like being caught in the washing machine's spin cycle for the month. I ended up selling my lot. I had to sell it for a LOT less than its true worth, but I sold it to a gentleman that is nearly 7 foot tall and weighs 400 pounds. I guarantee you no one is going to mess with the man!!! I was forced into selling it because I didn't have $5000 for the fees that were needed for the transfer fee. It gets really snarled at that point, but it amounts to I would need close to $10,000 to keep my lot. So the little ba*tar*s got their desire and got me out of the neighborhood. It finally sunk in that they wanted me out because I didn't measure up to their standards. I am a "poor, lower class" woman who is living on her social security who was living in a mobile home and pursuing her art of designing and making teddy bears and selling them. I was an attractive nuisance to the men since Bill passed because the women felt that I would have "yearnings". Bill's daughter felt that I was a slum class maid which was made clean when she stepped over the poopie mess on the floor from when the performed CPR on Bill and told me to clean up the floor and bed. Fair warning to everyone...when a person has a massive heart attack it isn't the clean episode that they show on TV. The person looses control of their bowels and bladder during the attack due to the extreme pain. Plus it isn't as easy a sight to see as it is on television. Speaking of Bill's daughter, she came down last Tuesday and I received my orders. I was given a maximum of 60 days to use the cabin and I was told NOT to go through things, that I was to keep the house immaculate and do all the cleaning, that I was to clear my stuff out of the house, and the list goes on. PLUS, I was only using the truck that I needed to purchase a vehicle asap. Then she got to the meat of what was on her mind. Apparently she was very disappointed that there wasn't more in the way of money in the bank and she nailed me about what did I do with my money. I tried to tell her that I helped out with expenses when I could; and she called me a liar. She didn't realize that I was paying my dues and interest and the fines the HOA was hitting me with and so on. And as many of the family here on the Lot had said it was pointless to try to explain to the twit about that and that it was none of her business anyway. Well, Saturday it all came to a head. I had one of the members come up to me and offer me $20,000 for my lot and I would have to pay the transfer fee which would leave me with $15,000. One of my friends came by later and he had heard the meeting and told me about one member who hadn't paid her dues for four years and was still a member, then he asked if I had sold my lot. I told him no and he told me he had a good friend that was interested. That's when I told him that the friend had better be a nasty, mean, take no prisoners, bas*ard. My friend said "YES, and he'll pay $5,000 more and also the transfer fees. I've been telling him how rotten these people have been to you and he is sick over it. That's why he wants to become a member!" I only had a week to sell the lot otherwise the HOA would hire an appraiser to set a value on the lot, the HOA would take care of selling the lot, then the HOA would take a third of the money plus the cost of the appraiser and the dues and any other outstanding costs. Which would leave me about fifty cents. Well my mama didn't raise no fool, I sold the lot to the man. Then I got to thinking. This group of snooty people have been discriminatory. They have been busily kicking me while I have been down and they have been letting a member slide for four years on paying her dues....When I spoke to my attorney's para-legal he was VERY interested. Especially when he heard that I was close to being homeless. I think the HOA is in deep doo doo. After spending last week trying to decide between running away or ending it all, this week has been a 180 degree turn around. My head has come up and I am feeling much better. As I said I don't want Bill's daughter's Karma. She's in for some deep horrible lessons. The members of the "Association" are also in for some lessons too. They busily kiss the rear ends of people that they think have money and kick to the curb those that they think are poor and useless. Last night as I was calling a friend of mine...actually she's more like a sister, it struck me about a Bible verse. I can't give you chapter and verse but it is an excellent verse, It goes something like this: " Cast your bread upon the water and it will come back to you ten fold" It isn't just for the people who do good things in their lives, but also for those who choose to be horrible people and do awful things to people and make their lives miserable just for the sake of being nasty to them. I am still mourning losing Bill. I loved him deeply and dearly. I wear our wedding bands here at home and when I go to town. I wear his on my index finger and kiss it often through the day and kiss it good night when I curl up on the couch to go to bed. I know I have a tough road ahead of me, but I have realized that I am a tough old bat and am turning into a tough mean old battle axe that won't stand for the garbage that I am getting from the daughter or any of the others. One good laugh for all of you that read your way through this long discussion. When my friend brought down the man who purchased my lot, he brought his dog with him. The dog happily jumped off the cart and started down the hill towards the cabin (house). Suddenly all hell broke loose. Petey, my beloved orange tabby came at the dog like a maniac. As my friend stated, watching that cat attack the dog was awesome, there was nothing to compare. When the dog could finally get away from the cat he ran as hard and fast as he could for the cart and jumped on it and shook like a quivering aspen tree. Yeah Petey!!!