*Sorry about the language content. I censored as best I could. I copied and pasted this from my Live Journal where I write very frankly about things.

What a beautiful morning:

So I get up this morning do my usual thing, coffee, shower and feed the girls breakfast. One of the mom’s I do daycare for comes with her son. He decides he doesn’t want her to leave and fusses for a bit. As we are trying to settle him I notice my ‘neighbor’ from across the street coming across the road. That seems odd we don’t even know him.

“You f***in’ complain about my music at 3 o’clock on a Saturday afternoon and I have to listen to this s**t at 8 a.m”? A steroid fill man bullies his face into mine. His arms are almost as big as my waist sporting thorn tattoos. Ally clings to one of my legs while Mathew is suddenly quiet. Gwynn is nowhere to be found.

Patti and I exchange glances of shock.

“Excuse me?” I’m puzzled as I don’t hear anything. Then I realise I can hear some faint music coming from Patti’s car.
“My client is just dropping her son off at my daycare”.
“Well maybe you should tell your client to turn off her f***in’ music”.

Then as he begins to walk away a yelling match starts as he restates his complaint (in case I didn’t get it the first time). Of course I begin to lose it and let him know that this is ridiculous as his music last Saturday was so loud our windows were rattling.

“You wait for every Saturday afternoon” he threatens.
“Well I know your landlord, so we’ll see” is my response. His landlord happens to be one of the mom’s I do daycare for neighbor.

As you can guess I’m still shaking an hour later. Perhaps if dude was the equivalent of a UFC fighter I wouldn’t be so upset. Nothing to make you feel like a big man as bullying women and children. Pete has told me to go inside and lock the door if dude comes anywhere near me and to also tell him that I am going to call the police if he comes on the property. And then go the f**k in the house and call the police.

He was highly aggressive and looking for a fight. I was fearful when Pete went over and talked to buddy after I told him way happened. I’ve never really worried about Pete being physically threatened as he is a good sized man that I think most guys wouldn’t want to mess with. I knew this guy would be different. Fortunately Pete is very calm and good at preventing confrontation. We determined he has an I.Q. of 40.

Today is maybe the first time in my life I really wished I was a man. I’ve never felt so threatened before because I was smaller and weaker. Although it’s pretty obvious he would have treated me the same way if I had been a man. Except as a man if he had taken a swing I probably could have defended myself effectively. See my self defense method as a woman is first ‘just get the f**k away’. Avoid getting into a physical fight at all. Men are usually bigger and strong so for all my toughness I do realise my chances of winning are slim. Where the f**k is my big pointy stick?