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I am having troubles with my neighbors, as usual. They are Christians, and some of the most hick-ified, ignorant, bigoted people I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. These are the type of people who, when they found out my husband was bisexual, proceded to ask him if he was abused as a child, if he did it to get attention, or if he was demon posessed. Yes, they actually asked him if he was posessed by demons. Well, I found out that not only is my neighbor cheating on his wife, but he also loves to beat her. Here is the situation:

One morning, my neighbor and her mother (who, for your reference, has been in a mental institution three times) woke me and my husband up at 8:30 in the morning. This would not be such a big deal, except my husband works nights and doesn't get to sleep until 7:00 in the morning. We go outside and Molly (that's the name of my neighbor) and her mother (her name is Mary) start talking to me about how they are afraid of Molly's husband, who is called Jerry. Molly wanted to leave him when he found out that he was cheating on her, so she went to to father...and found out that her father considered her a mistake and didn't love her. So, out of necessity, she went home to her husband.

While Molly was gone, Jerry decided that he would take it upon himself to go and buy a gun. Now understand, this man has a short fuse, and he is none too bright. He openly talks about how he has it out not only for my husband, but the other Christian couple who live across the way from me. So naturally, I am terrified. That night, Mary is downstairs sobbing, saying that Jerry is beating Molly and that she is afraid. So I did what I thought was best. I called the security officer of my apartment to ask him what he thought I should do. This a*****e gets on the phone, and he starts SCREAMING at me! You would think that it was ME who was doing something wrong. So he takes it upon himself to call the cops, which wasn't my idea at all.

In the meantime, me and my husband decide to go to the local IHOP because I am so stressed out and I want some pancakes. When we get home, all of our neighbors, Molly, Jerry, Beth and John(the neighbors across the way), and Molly's little son Jerry Wayne are sitting outside of our apartment waiting for us. Molly reams us a new a*****e, accusing me of calling the cops on her husband, saying her poor little son had to watch as his daddy was patted down and all of this.

I can't express to you how ******** up the situation is, but I will, in my next installment.

Have a blessed day.