Something has been on my mind I need to write about and get off my chest. A few years ago a young couple moved into this building and on my floor. The guy eventually got thrown in jail for domestic abuse against the woman. ***footnote*** Tonya and Darren for years have been telling the building that I called the police on her - swatted her actually as multiple cops came flying in,.... but in the end it was her friend Damian who had called as her boyfriend really was beating her. It had absolutely NOTHING to do with me ~ I didn't even know her then,... but Tonya and Darren saw an opportunity to throw ME under the bus and they did. But now it has been proven it was her friend who was actually saving her. Don't I live in a lovely enviroment?
Anyway,... I kind of got to know her since her boyfriend left. I felt bad for her. A single mom on her own. (She was pregnant when this incident happened but has since had a baby boy) I didn't see many people helping her. So I tried to be nice to her and just tried to make her feel welcome in the building. When I choose to move to BC,... I tried to help her out as much as I could by giving her a bunch of stuff. (not selling - giving) and one of those items was a set of shelves that my late father had built me when I was only a toddler. I HATED giving them away at the time but I couldn't bring them with me. So I gave them to her - who I will call "M" - this single woman on my floor I felt bad for.
Anyway, roll on to just before I am about to move out of this building forever never to return,... (meaning I didn't have to worry about retaliation). I was doing laundry one day and out the window I saw this "M" walking away with her friends without her baby. Odd,... but whatever,... I'm sure someone is watching him. While waiting for my laundry I decided to do laps as I so often do to pass the time. As I was doing my laps I could hear her baby inside her unit. But again,... I was certain her mother or someone was in there with him. I again thought whatever and put it out of my mind. But after an hour I did laundry and still heard the baby crying. I did a lap to listen. (why? I have no idea,... I just had this niggling feeling to check,...) I could now hear the little guy on the other side of the door crying for his mommy. I did four more laps. By this time, maintenance was in the hall too. So I said "hmmm,.... I don't think there is an adult in that apartment right now". I quickly went on to say I was probobly wrong and should probobly just mind my own business and then I left. I thought that was the end of it. I never phoned anyone. I just left it alone. I saw her come back home with her two friends shortly after.
I never thought of it again. Until I learned the child was removed from her care by the time I got back from BC. I don't know what happened,... or why. But while I was away, her baby was removed from her care. I felt HORRIBLE. So I broke down and confided in a lady here what I had done by telling maintenance I heard him crying. She then confessed that it was a known fact through-out the building by some that she did this often. She DID leave that one year old baby home alone on numerous occasions. This hit me hard though as I, myself, am a child of the system. I, too, was removed from my own mothers care and put into the system. So I KNEW what life for that baby could be like. I am sure now, from what I have heard, that I am NOT the cause of the babies removal. Apparently it takes time to investigate so others must have been calling on her at earlier times. I don't know,... I probobly never will know,... but it's just tragic for all involved. The mother - "M" - and the poor child. Just really, really sad.
I talked to another lady about it a few days ago (the same one I had confided in originally) and she was saying she knows of 2 drug dealers and one prostitute that live in this building. Ontario Housing is never boring. Normally I mind my business and just keep my head down and move on with my life. But when it came to a child (in "M"s case,...) or an animal? I WILL speak up. It's risky around here as the people will retaliate. Darren is still 'revenging me' to this day for calling 911 oh him for hurting his cat. even after 2 years. "M" doesn't know who called on her probobly as she is still here. She replaced her child with two kittens soon after so I'm not even sure how bothered she is she lost him. (??) I have since learned this is not the first child she has lost. I've since been told she is a crackhead. AND other things that really made me decide to just not interact with her anymore. (no drama - just avoid her)
But now,... I'm upset because this woman I tried to help, now has my childhood shelves that my late father built for me. She has a lot more stuff that I gave her, but it's the shelves that I have sentimental attachment to. So I have to think of them in her apartment. I would love them back but of course would never ask. It just breaks my heart where they ended up.
The people that live in this building,... drug dealers,... crack heads,... prostitutes,... no wonder I have closed my front door and no longer open it. I hate it here. And after Marks "Stay out of the gazebo or else,..." threat,... I don't feel safe.
I can't stay here. But I have no place to go. I have searched and there just doesn't seem to be a place for me on this planet.
And I would rather die than live in this prison anymore.
Die,...
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