A quick update…. I finally got my windshield repaired this past Monday. We ended up using the rent money for the repair, so now we’re behind on rent. Our landlord wasn’t happy, but he didn’t really complain much about it since other neighbors have been calling him complaining about this piece of property and the children living next door as well. Again, I stressed to the landlord how unbearable the living conditions here are. I vented to him, saying out of exasperation, “How are we supposed to get the hell out of here when we are spending every penny of our money to pay for ‘your’ problems?” I’m sick and tired of it.
The child’s father still has given us no money towards the damages. I picked up the police report and stopped by the circuit court but found out it will cost us another $115.50 to file a civil warrant. We also have to hire an attorney to handle the case. Again, money we simply do not have. Everyone keeps giving me Legal Aid’s phone number, but past experiences with them showed me that they don’t handle “civil matters” such as this. This entire mess is causing the same thoughts and feelings to resurface as when I had to deal with the courts over child support and visitation rights with my son. Unless you can spend a fortune on it, there is no justice.
I also noticed that my dashboard is cracked as a result of this “rock throwing” incident. Unfortunately, this didn’t make it into the police report as I didn’t notice it that night the deputies were here. This repair will just have to wait.
I found “the” rock in that hard to reach crevice next to the passenger-side seat by the door. My guess is that this was the rock the deputy was referring to that night, not the pea-sized gravel in the floorboard that I thought he was referring to. All I can say is that if THIS is the rock that broke my windshield and cracked my dashboard, then that 8-year-old has one hell of an arm on him! Especially considering they said it hit the fence first before hitting my car. He’s lucky he didn’t take out my front windshield, too.
Even though Safelite’s technician did a pretty good job vacuuming out most of the glass from the inside of my car, you’d be surprised how hard it is to remove it all, especially microscopic slivers. After picking up a few groceries on Tuesday, I realized he missed the trunk; so I spent the rest of that day obsessively cleaning the trunk of my car. I also smelled that sour odor in my car from dampness. While cleaning the trunk, I realized that my car had indeed gotten soaked during the thunderstorm on April 29th.
After I finished writing my blog post that day, the thunderstorm got pretty vicious. Small bits of hail began falling briefly, the wind picked up considerably, and the storm’s severity gained strength. I glanced out the door to check on the tarp over my car to see if it was holding. It wasn’t. The broken window was exposed. I quickly threw on some shoes and KR’s heavy coat with hood up and ran out the door to try to fix the tarp, to get it to stay down in some way.
At first glance, I noticed that almost the entire window had caved in. I didn’t waste time to see how much water was in there. I didn’t want to know. As I pulled on it, the tarp ripped. I quickly grabbed the gray one (both of these tarps are very old), which was horribly muddy from having been sitting on the ground out there. It was the one we had been using to cover the spare tires (our neighbor ended up buying those tires off of us the night he found them in his yard). I just left the original tarp on the car and decided to put this second one on top of it. Using the strong winds from the storm to try to help me get this tarp over the car (as I was alone in this fight), I finally managed to get it up there after 5 or 6 tries.
I became so frustrated at one point that I hit the wooden privacy fence with both hands, open-handed several times, screaming and crying in rage and despair. I must have looked like a crazy, wild woman out there, if anyone saw (God, I hope no one saw). I finally got the tarp secured the best I could, using anything and everything I could find to hold it down. I was out there so long and it was raining so hard that any mud I got on myself from that muddy tarp had the chance to completely wash off of me and my clothes. Needless to say, I was completely drenched, dripping with water, when I went back in the house. I looked like a drowned rat.
So yeah, there was also water in my car and it soured. The spare tire well and jack compartment had standing water in them. The jack is completely rusted, ruined. I had no idea that rust could form that quickly, but it had been a week. I just didn’t realize that much water had poured into the car from the storm.
I know I should just be thankful that my windshield is fixed now, that my car is drive-able again, and chalk it all up to “Shit Happens.” It just feels so wrong to have all of this happen through fault of another person and have no means to make that person pay for his mistake. Injustice is a BIG trigger for me.