We only have a Lilith of shit left My name is Patricia, and I’m a 44 year old server from a small town in Idaho who is a single mom to my son Christian in addition to a young man I took in when he was 12 that I consider to be my son also. They are both 23 yrs old and are currently living on their own as roommates.
My story is not a short one… some is hard to believe because no one should ever have so much bad “ju ju” in one lifetime! I’m gonna be honest and say this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve worked so incredibly hard for everything I have. I really don’t know how to ask for help; it scares me to death. On the rare occasion I asked for help, I lost everything including myself about 6 yrs ago. I won’t be able to include everything and at a certain point you will think one person can’t have this much bad luck, but I promise it definitely happened. I went from a naive single mom who believed truth would win if I stood up for myself and all that was good into a woman who questions everyone’s intentions because I don’t trust anyone! I lost any and all faith in my local police and legal system as I watched and experienced true evilness for the first time. I will do my best to explain:
I owned a manufactured trailer that to most people wasn’t much, but it was mine. I worked hard to put a roof over my boys’ heads. I owned the trailer but rented the lot space it was on. The trouble began the very first day my trailer was moved there…They had a plumber outside my trailer working on cleaning lines. The entire day we heard this plumber cursing and yelling at his assistant and, oh my goodness, the smell was unbearable! We watched as he was clearing lines next door and the sewage pipe backed up. Long story short, I shared a line with that trailer and the next couple of years I was dealing with sewage back ups as the owner refused to look at the situation saying it was my trailer (which 2 plumbers stated it had nothing to do with my trailer and was a blockage underground). I eventually served the owner a three day repair notice; from that day on the man made my life a living hell! He bullied me, slandered me, took me to court four or five times for ridiculous reasons. His intention was to get me evicted and obtain my trailer by all means possible. I thought I had nothing to worry about because I
always paid my rent. We were also quiet and always kept to ourselves, but I was stupid naive. He lied in court and showed me that evil often wins over truth. On top of this man doing whatever it took to get what he wanted, the lawyer I hired to help ended up being a huge part of losing my home. Out of sheer desperation, I gave this lawyer money I could not afford. I worked double shifts which forced me to spend too much time away from my precious boys, and still the lawyer did absolutely nothing! Eventually, he was disbarred.
Here are just a few things that my landlord did…
– I watched and heard him telling people lies about me while slandering my name.
– He stood at my kitchen window yelling in the house how he knew people like me and the plumbing problems next door were from me (which had already been proven false).
– The landlord ended up kicking out the people from the trailer next door and publicly humiliating the entire trailer court and their neighbors to hear just degrading and bullying him right by the main street. (I ended up getting a written story from that person about what happened that day.)
– I asked him why he was actually doing all of it because I had done nothing wrong and he looked me in eyes and smiled slightly (which I will never erase from my memory) and said “You served me a 3 day repair notice” then turned around and walked away still wearing that same sly satisfied smile. A week later he got what he wanted. Not only did he manage to get me evicted from his lot, but I was not even able to get into my own home which I owned!
– I was told he was not able to enter my home by the local police, yet he entered my home then proceeded to change my locks. When I tried to press trespassing charges I was laughed at. So I hired a realtor to sell my home and had it sold several times, but he always chased them away and made it impossible. He even called the first person that was gonna buy my trailer and tried to give him a job if he did what he wanted. (I also have a statement from that person.)
– He ended up running off my realtor who became scared of him and I have many emails from her saying all that happened in addition to a binder full of proof and statements.
– He even had police cars with lights on and 2 large moving trucks to escort me out of my own home when I was already packed (with the exception of a few boxes that wouldn’t fit in my car). I was publicly embarrassed and treated like a criminal. He kept me from selling my home, scaring my realtor until she felt unsafe (and she was one tough lady who I consider to be my angel.) I had it sold many times at a price that was a measly $6,000 just so I could find a new place, but he intervened every time. He was secretly showing it to people at night to have it listed with his local friend who was a realtor without title for $75,000! (Title was in my name and my hand.) Shockingly, law enforcement would do nothing. They actually had to go to him and get the key for my realtor when he changed the lock without my knowledge. Then they gave the key back to him.
During all of this I was paying the only lawyer in Idaho, Montana and Washington that agreed to help me only to be completely stomped into the dirt once again when I found out my lawyer had not been doing anything with the case and several other people. He was brought before the state and disbarred.
I didn’t quite understand how that worked when it all happened… I was just asked to fill out a novel sized stack of papers that I didn’t understand while living out of my car worrying if I would be able to even bathe before work. Then after work, I would try to find a place to park my car somewhere to sleep or search for a cheap motel on days I made enough tips at work. I didn’t talk to many people about my life because all I would hear in return was “ well you shouldn’t mess with your landlord.” I had zero support and no idea what I was doing, but I kept on fighting by myself because I wanted him to be exposed for what he was doing. He broke so many laws and told so many lies, yet not one soul would go against him. I, on the other hand, followed all the laws but was still treated like a criminal and lost everything! I still cry everyday over all the double shifts, all the time it took away from my boys while working holidays, blistered feet from being on them for 16 hours straight for nothing except feeling like a complete failure and embarrassment. Maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and signed/paid for whatever he wanted me to, and I might still have a home.
The worst part of all is that I lost my mom during this time as well. I was supposed to check on her, but I told her I would be late because of my appointment with the lawyer. When I went to see her later that evening I found her on the bedroom floor. No one in my family came, and I felt so incredibly alone. I think that’s the night when I lost more than just my mama; I lost myself. She was my rock, my biggest cheerleader and the most amazing grandma to both boys. That day I realized I was the only one I could count on and trust. I am now very quiet and nervous around new people, and it takes me a long time to feel at ease. I spend a lot of time by myself since I struggle with anxiety and have panic attacks in certain situations.
I eventually started living with a relative to try and get back on my feet. It’s been an uncomfortable situation, but I was getting caught up financially until I lost my job. This pulled me further into debt and my credit score dipped to irreparable numbers due to signing with a debt relief program (that I regret and am having a hard time paying.) I found another job that’s closer to home which is a true blessing, however, right now it is the down season for servers, so I make very little money. Debt is building up again on top of the old debt I’ve been trying to pay down.
I’ve lost my mom, my home, my everything. I lost my credit score that I worked on nonstop for two straight years. I lost my ability to rent or buy my own place (which was my dream.) I lost my ability to trust or to ever feel safe again.
I don’t know what exactly I’m asking for you to help me with. My dream is to own my own home but I’m so far in debt that’s not gona happen anytime soon. Paying off debt and a motor home to live in til things get stable. I’m currently living in my grandparents’ old trailer that is not in the best condition and due to the person who lived here before me there is a huge mouse problem. Although I’m terrified of mice, it certainly beats sleeping in my car. I don’t know what I need most and I have this constant voice in my head saying maybe there’s someone out there that needs this kind of help more than me. Normally, I wouldn’t ask for help, but I’m really starting to feel defeated and so tired of being beat down. I’m so tired of constantly fighting and never even getting a jab in. I honestly don’t know if I can take much more. I hate to admit that I’m getting very close to throwing in the towel but am drained and have nothing left to keep me going… Please help.
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