My neighbors for over 15 years have a son who was ejected from Middle School to Alternative School for a sexually offensive act. I did not know this when the neighbor knocked asking me if I knew (not his name) Mike--"Of course--he is such a sweet boy (was 13). She--the neighbor then stated I would receive mail that indicated ' Mike 'had had an inappropriate interaction with another child. I checked my mail--I received two letters. (I am a widow who has kept my late husband's name as in Jack and Jan) I read one letter. It stated that if the police did not take care of the problem, they would find a way to take care of the problem.
A few months later, the neighbor's dogs were poisioned--one by one. It was horrid. When I talked with "sally"-she had no idea who had done this. I have found out from the Police it was rat poison.
This happened three times until all dogs were dead.
I believe Sally never told her husband that Mike had a problem. They accuse me of poisioning their dogs--it makes me angry--I no longer want to see them--and wish they would move--to the end of the earth.
It is perferctly apparent that the family of the molested did this, the lie that Sally told by ommission--decided what would happen--she was warned--all of the neighbors were told. And their family is the only family with dead animals.
They decided that the 65 year old widow that lives next door, is smaller than the fence, and had to go out in the dark of night (guess I had to carry the rat poison in my mouth since I had to climb a tree) and throw something over a fence, over a pool, and over another 4 ft fence plus all their shrubs to get to the area where the dogs were kept.
I am still in rightious indignation over this--need a Dr Phil moment.
They proceeded to do things such as turn me in to the Community Association as having "bricks" stored in front of my home--they were pavers at the side of my house--and being nasty at every opportunity.
All of this because a wife lied.
All of this because a woman chose her child over truth.
Thank you for reading this diatribe.
J