Okay, I'm gonna look for a cave in the woods!!!!!

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I posted about the intensity of my pain a day ago. I hated to vent because we have enough bad news and bad things happening in our lives, I thought that venting about the pain would be the end of the vent. Boy was I wrong!!!!! Yesterday, while I was trying to get my pain under control, my phone rang. It was from the next town and had a number attached to my "landlord", so stupid me, I answered it. It was my apartment manager. He asked how I was feeling and I told him that I was in EXTREME pain. I went on to tell him that on a scale of 1 to 10 my pain level was at a 25. He said "That's too bad, I have something to discuss with you." I paused and finally said "Okay"...stupid me. The landlord asked if my apartment was 208...stupid question he had my phone number. He then asked if I was next to 209...uhhhhh, 209 is usually right after 208. I answered in the affirmative. Then the bomb dropped. He asked if I have a red pickup truck park in my parking space throughout the week. I said "No, it parks there on Wednesdays and Saturdays so I can unload my groceries and get them up to my apartment. It's usually there for maybe 20 minutes at the most. And no there is NO sexual activity going on. The landlord stated that I can't have the pickup park there anymore since it isn't registered on my lease, that the person in apartment 209 complained about it being parked there. Oh goodie, I'm already in enough pain and having to haul the groceries another half block to the elevator isn't going to help relieve the pain. But I caved and said "No problem, but then the vehicles belonging to the workers for the apartment complex can't park there even though I gave them permission to park in my spot. The manager mumbled that "That's different". Then I was informed that the "gentleman" in apartment 209 has complained about my actions towards him. I sputtered a lot and finally asked what actions. I had only spoken to the man once and that was to say, "Good afternoon handsome". I set off a tirade that lasted a good five minutes about he didn't want a woman in his life, he didn't need a woman in his life, and he sure didn't want a woman like me around him let alone speaking to him. I was also informed that I was never to speak to him again because I was a "fallen" woman and nasty and dirty, and one step away from being a whore. Wow, if he had beaten me with a club I wouldn't have been so dumbfounded!!! Well, apparently 209 complained to the manager about some presumed transgression. I was told by the apartment manager that I was NOT TO GO NEAR THE MAN, LOOK AT THE MAN, TOUCH THE MAN'S CAR, RIDE IN THE SAME ELEVATOR CAR WITH THE MAN, OR ACKNOWLEDGE THE MAN IN ANY WAY. At that point all I could say was "What??????" The manager told me that I had been harassing the man, and that I was to stop doing it. I tried to explain that if and when I happened to run into the gentleman, not physically by the way, I didn't say a word, nor did I look at him. I didn't go near his car, nor did I touch it. I am very VERY careful about my actions around the man. I have been informed by reliable sources that he had hated me from the moment that I first moved in, he has never met me and never even introduced himself to me. I went on to ask the manager if he knew "WHY" the man hated me so much when the worst thing I did was to say "Hello, handsome"? The manager couldn't give me an answer. Needless to say, this morning I got up feeling lower than a snake's belly. I feel like a prisoner in my own home/apartment. I don't roam around a lot, the most I do is take a dish of cat food down for the cat that comes by for a hand out, I take my trash down to the dumpster, and I check my mail. I usually combine the trash trip and the mail into one trip. Oh, I do make more trips when I do grocery shopping, I have to get kitty litter and flats of bottled water along with the groceries. Now, I have to try to schedule my comings and goings so that I avoid the gentleman who has that apartment next door to me???? The more I think about it the more that a spot in a cave is sounding so much better than the apartment. Yes, I'm more than a bit upset. I have enough to deal with in my own life, without having to adjust my life for a man who has decided that he is some sort of royalty that I need to totally realign my life for. I live right next to the elevator so it's next to impossible to not run into, or see him. I can always wait for another elevator....but then there is the factor that I am NOT to even look at the man, or speak to him. Next thing is that I will have to bow when he comes across my path. I'm sorry for venting again on my myLot friends. I'm sitting here wondering why I am continuing to try. I have lived my life according to the rules and the accepted manners. I have worked hard at being a kind and loving individual. I don't do things like I have been accused of doing. My neighbor friend from two doors down stopped in, then soon my apartment case worker showed up shortly after. I stated my side of the story, which bore no resemblance to the one that the neighbor who had sent the letter to the director of the housing complex. I've had it!!!! I can't take anymore of "He was nasty to me. He was verbally assaultive to me." Then "She had him spend the night, He's her partner, and She has propositioned me." Anyone got a cave for rent???? As I stated to my apartment case worker, I am terrified of leaving my apartment for fear of what I will be accused of doing next. A cave up in the hills is looking more and more inviting!