Two years ago I got drunk and approached the ass-9p;i1 neighbor who'd blocked our mutual drive way with his pickup, making my then pregnant 40 year old wife walk down hill on a ice encrusted road. I was still sore about that, even though on that evening I pounded on the wall of his home until he moved the truck. I'd flipped this guy off recently, because my truck was stuck on the road no one would plow free of snow because they were afraid of him.
I apologized, recieved a lot of verbal nonsense, one thing led to another and I grabbed him and did hit him. He then knocked me out with a coffee mug he had in his hand, beat my head in, fracturing everything, and when I came to, I naturally wanted to repay his kindness and he struck me down with a chair. This fractured my right eye.
He told everyone in the ignorant village who would listen to his sociopathic yarn that he just lost his temper, 'and what would you do if someone hit you?" He did not mention the mug or chair. I did not press charges, as I felt I'd started it. It took nearly this amount of time for me to put together everything that had happend. If I'd known about the chair afterwards, I would have let the police jail him as they'd wanted. I'd intended to sue but am face to face with this reality: if I do, I am opening a can of grief. This man is unmarried unemployed, with no family ties, kills small animals and tortures them, and any conflict between us is eventually likely to be lethal. He is insane, and currently burning trash out side so as to not pay the 150 trash bill on his county taxes. He has no water, refusing to pay for it, and his pipes have burst because he was hauled to jail once too often and was unable to take care of it.
All my options are bad, he has little or no money. I will probably never forget or forgive myself for not doing something about this, but I love my wife and children, and do not wish to be either dead or in jail.
The anniversary is coming up, and my last opportunity to bring suit will soon expire.
The doc just told me it looks like my eye will not require surgery. I will never again be able to shoot as well as I once could, and have difficulty reading.
I'm not happy, and that damn easement trouble which started this will soon be resolved- I hope. When that happens, I'm hoping for more closure than I have now. But make no mistake- this man see's himself as the victim- I'm stealing his land by wanting access to my home on a road shared by both our properties. But he does leave us and most eveyonelse alone.
Unlike many here I admire very much, I have many dark thoughts, but will never live them out. It's just not in me. I often think many of you are simply better and braver than I.
Life for me is eating **** too often, and living with the results.
I wish I had something better to say, but I do love my wife and boys, and can't lose them for this peice of human garbage.
If it's any consolation, I laugh at him, smiling, and he hates my guts. I don't seem to have the proper kowtow he expected after getting my just deserts. He is 6'2" and weighs about 400 pounds. He is not weak, and very quick. But I'm a threat.
Sorry to bother you all with this.
munk