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Sol's been begging for another drabble.

@cissycat3 Can you play with your privacy settings for a little bit? As they are it won't let me open it.

I think there's a way to just make it public. I can try to screenshot the steps if you would like but it's been a while since I used Google docs

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Perfect! Thank you! About to watch movie with family now, but I can't wait to read it tomorrow

And just because it was fun writing stories, I have another!

This is a story about the crazy neighbors we have had.

I moved in with my boyfriend (now husband) about December 2017 after my parents gave me an ultimatum. I started staying the night at his place here and there and they didn’t like it, so they told me I either lived with them or I live with my boyfriend, but I couldn’t do both.

Let’s set the scene: We live directly on the dairy, so we don’t have too many neighbors or traffic coming by aside from people who are supposed to be there. We allowed a couple workers to live in the house we built out of a barn right next to our house.

So, our first 6-12 months dating were rough to say the least. He was diagnosed with h-pylori which is essentially a stomach bacteria, and he was sick for literally months. Couldn’t keep much down, was extremely weak, had a coming and going fever, and was in and out of doctor appointments. Then in that same December when I first moved in we both caught the norovirus. This is where the story actually starts-

Nate was feeling well, just got over his session with the norovirus and his h-pylori was in a bit of a recession I guess, but now was my turn with the virus. Again, couldn’t keep anything down, was sleeping next to the toilet, was very weak and tired. It was midnight, I hadn’t slept yet and was on my way back to bed, when I hear a lot of loud banging. The workers are known to be rowdy at times and would have occasional parties, so I just waved it off as that, but Nate knew better. He thought it was gunshots. He went out to our windows to see what was going on and locked all the doors, but the next thing he tells me is that there is a parade of police cars coming down our lane. I tell him to get back in bed and pretend that nothing is happening as long as all the doors and windows are locked; my dad is an officer so I knew that would be the best way about it. But he thought it would be better to let the officers know we were there and kind of waved them down from our kitchen window; they ordered him to come out with his hands up and to walk backwards towards them. He couldn’t see anything because of the lights, but knew there were at least 12 police cars before the turn blocked the view of the rest of them, and the suspect was still inside the house next to ours not yet in custody. They cuffed him and put him in the back seat of one of the patrol cars. Maybe 30 minutes later I get a call from his phone, and he’s telling me one of the officers wanted to talk to me, and the officer says he understands I’m sick but that I need to get out of the house because they can’t see the suspect anymore due to running behind our two houses; he tells me to get dressed and get anything I need out of the house, wallets, phone, jacket, etc, then to come outside and they will guide me from there. They had me come out with hands up and to walk backwards until the told me to stop, then cuffed me as well. We spent our night bouncing from cop car to fire truck to cop car, constantly banging on the windows for me to step out and “get sick” so I don’t do it in the car. This lasted until about 7 am, the milkers, the calf feeder, everyone got turned away, so the cows were there engorged until about 8, 5 hours past the usual time. They wouldn’t let anyone down, and we had to wait until after they took us to my in laws for us to walk down the lane to be able to get them milked and fed.
We had our three dogs still in the house shut in our spare room that I told them about, and we later came down when they allowed us to take them. They continued to tell us we couldn’t go inside until they were done with the investigation- although it didn’t happen inside our house at all. But they continued to tell us they will call us when they are finished and we are allowed to come back.
We stayed at my in laws while they were out of town until about 10 pm that night when we came to check and found them all to be gone. Along with all our stuff thrown around, all our doors wide open, and our drapes on the ground. Now I am pro cop with my dad being an officer, but this was the first time I realized how others must view them. That was the first time I was treated like that. They took our guns as evidence and left our copy of their warrants behind. We didn’t get our gums back until over 2 years later on a technical mistake. They searched both houses under one address.


Flash forward and we allowed our calf feeder to move in that house and didn’t allow any other workers to live on the property. My work was getting unbearable and I started looking for a different job, while working part time as the calf feeder’s relief on the weekends. Well, she started asking our “everything” worker to cover for her half the week but some how her hours never wavered.
We continued to have problems with her, leaving early without doing some of her work, getting someone to cover her here while she moved pipes for someone else, having half the calves die during the winter, and as stated in the first story, stealing at least 3 calves that we know of. So we decided I would replace her. She was to relieve me Friday-Sunday since she had another job so she could do both, and we would work together until she only replaced me 2 days a week.
She had a new boyfriend that she had stay with her there. She had bbq’s until late at night with so many people that I had to park down by the barn instead of in my own parking space. She got another car and let her bf use it and they would always take our spots.
One day our everything worker came to talk to me while I was feeding grain and told me her bf was watching me work, I turned just in time to see him turning away.
Two days later he messaged me in Instagram and I ignored it since I wasn’t friends with him on there and never spoke to him. Then I get a text from her apologizing for him and saying she told him not to, that she was just venting to him and he took it upon himself to try to fix it, so I open it to find a large text threatening the well being of myself and my boyfriend. I never reply, and just talk to her, but continue to receive threats.
My boyfriend talks to the girl trying to figure out what’s going on and she just continues to defend him and starts saying how my bf was actually the one being abusive towards her and making her feel threatened, however he has never done anything to her aside from give her a job and a place to stay. So he tells her if this continues she needs to leave the house she’s staying in. The next day her family is here packing up her house. Her dad yells at me asking about my bf and I just tell him he’s working. Soon after I hear yelling outside and see that he’s going after my bf, so I go out and he immediately turns his anger towards me saying I’m a thief. Nate gets him to back down and we go inside and they finally leave.
But after that, her bf starts following me around town, and followed me into one store where he started yelling at me. Now, I’m not one to back down, so although he is a 6ft 200+ lb man and me being a 5’3 woman, I walk right up to him and bow up letting him know I mean business. But he again threatens Nates wellbeing and runs out the door speeding towards our house. I call the cops and my brother in law and father in law along with Nate warning all of them of the threat. I finally get there and he’s no where to be found. Just empty words. I show the officers the threats I’ve been receiving, tell them he’s been following me, and describe him and his vehicle. But the police say they can’t arrest him or make a report unless he is right there in person and threatening our life with a gun or knife or something similar, and that threats to “beat us up” aren’t really arrest worthy.
We continued to get cars driving by at night

And actually, I was just thinking of this as well, I know I’m long winded, but if you can bear through another of my “stories”, id love to talk about genetics of bulldogs and my future plans with that breed! Not really a story, but more of just talking lol

These are all fantastic stories so far! Thank you! Keep it up! I believe I sent everyone their 100k, but if I somehow forgot you please let me know!

"The Black Stallion," by Walter Farley, is the story of a boy alone on an island with a wild horse. The book chronicles how the boy gradually gains the trust of the wild horse and is finally able to ride and manage him. I had read the book multiple times when black pony came into my life from the sale barn, so I was just seeing myself following that story with my own black stallion. No big deal. -- Danaerys There is an entire series of books.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Black_Stallion

I am putting my other on a hold and started my new book called Gone Away. :)

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Whoops! I accidentally paid Eagles twice, so I will give CoppiLane a little bit today and the rest tomorrow!

Oh wow! I completely forget about this! Thank you!