The last time you heard from me, Tuesday night didn’t turn out like I had hoped. I was really, really bummed, but even though we didn’t get to spend the entire night together, we still got to spend that evening together and see each other again first thing Wednesday morning.
Here’s how it went…
Tuesday after work I was supposed to meet him and help him move his vehicles (3 cars and a moving van) off of the property. So, I sent him a text at 5:30 to let him know I was on my way.
His response was:
Yeah, baby, come to my house.
That was unexpected, to say the last. I had never been there before. I never wanted to go to his house, really. There was never a reason for me to go there. Whenever I pick him up to go out, we meet at Taco Bell or Wendy’s, a few blocks away.
(I used to want to go to his house, but not to mess around or anything like that, just to pick him up when we were going out so he wouldn’t always have to walk to meet me. I respected his wishes and, even thought I knew his address, I never even drove past his house when I was worried. Even though I was very tempted a couple of times.)
While I was on my way to meet him I did not obsess about meeting his wife/Diva. It was strange. I wasn’t nervous to meet her or worried that she would beat me up…
(Every time I try to write this part, I can’t work it out with my words… *sigh*)
When I got to the house and parked down the street, there were a few people there: Loverman, Diva and a friend who had recruited her family to help. There was also a man on the street standing by a pickup truck. I thought he might be with Diva or the eviction company.
For a second I sat in my car waiting for a signal from Loverman.
He waved and signaled for me to ‘come here’. As I approached his house, he walked towards me and said, “Can you take a picture of that guy and get a good one of his license plate, too?”
Without thinking or asking any questions, I did as I was asked. In the meantime, Loverman explained to me that this dude had been hanging around the house all afternoon (after the sheriff and the eviction crew left) asking strange questions like, “when will you be done?” and “do you want me to take anything off your hands?”.
The guy was a scavenger. In most states, when and eviction is scheduled, a notice has to be posted in the paper. This guy, and his company, troll the papers to find these “events” and then scavenge the hell out of evictees’ stuff. It’s sad, but it happens all the time.
The dude started walking towards me very quickly when he saw what I was doing and pulled out his camera to take a picture of me, too. He yelled at me to stop filming him and threatened to knock my camera from my hands. Loverman stepped right in front of me, in his protective stance, and told Dude to step back.
I was still dressed in my work clothes and could have passed off as a real estate agent or some type of legal professional, so I used it to my advantage. I explained to Loverman why Dude was there. For reference, the three of us are standing in the middle of the neighborhood street.
Dude was fuming angry, and a good 4-5 inches taller than Loverman who is only 5’10”. He got all up in Loverman’s face and the two of them yelled back and forth while I stood behind Loverman trying to figure out what to do. I was waiting to be told before I called the cops, so there was nothing I could do at that moment. I was watching two black men in a standoff over territory. Even though Dude was 100% wrong I was just going to have to wait and see how things played out and hope for the best.
I thought that they were finally going to start hitting each other, but then Dude stepped back to call 911, on speakerphone. While he was explaining to the 911 operator what was going on, she told him to get into his vehicle to be in a safe place. While Dude was walking back to his truck, I heard her tell him that someone at Loverman’s address had already called for an assist and officers were on their way to respond to the previous call.
Dude sat in his truck for a few more minutes and then just drove away. The time was 6:45PM (remember this time for later). He didn’t come back again that night. (While Dude was still in his truck I told Loverman that he had just scared the shit out of me and, even though I understood how he felt and what he was doing, I still didn’t want him spending the night in jail for assault.)
After Dude left, Loverman and I walked off the street and Diva came over to say hello. She seemed totally out of it, just like Loverman had mentioned a few times recently. He told me that he thought Diva was acting strange — very lethargic, totally apathetic and in complete denial. While she was talking to me, she was all of that. It was totally like she didn’t give a shit about anything that was happening. Her friend and her friend’s family were doing all the work while Diva just stood there blankly.
Diva told me more about what Dude had been doing there and the things that he had told her. She just kept talking to me like she didn’t realize what was going on around her! She was in no rush to get done or to go anywhere. It was surreal.
After everyone had stopped and chatted for what seemed like forever (especially considering the situation!), at 7:30 Loverman and I started moving his cars. That part ended up being awesome fun!
At 8:30, when we were moving the last car, the police finally showed up! I don’t know when Loverman originally called for the assist, but using the time that Dude called the cops, it was still almost two freaking hours before law enforcement arrived. How disappointing!
I am glad no one was in actual danger.
Oh, and I forgot to tell you, this entire time it was raining on and off and we were all soaking wet (I was still in my work clothes. LOL!).
Once the vehicles were moved (a couple of them had to be pushed into their spots) we were both tired and ready for food and a warm bed. We went to McDonald’s for our “regular” and he called the hotel to make our reservation. Usually it isn’t so late when he calls and there is almost always a room available.
There were no rooms left for Tuesday night 😦 So we sat in our booth at McDonald’s for about another hour, cuddling and commiserating and decided to try again Wednesday night. One of the things that he told me when we were talking is that, earlier, he talked to the Sheriff who was doing the eviction. Loverman found out that the date on the Writ of Restitution HAD been altered from the 18th to the 28th and also, a Notice to Vacate had been posted at the house Monday morning at 10AM, stating the date and time the eviction would be performed. Exactly one hour before Diva sent Loverman a text explaining that he had to have his stuff moved by midnight Monday night.
After we finished making our tentative plans for the next day, I dropped him off at his friend’s house right before midnight and we both tried to get some sleep. We would have to be up extra early the next morning (Wednesday) to start the new day.
Hoping the next one would be better.
And it was.
Stay tuned for What Happened Wednesday.