Oh, and by the way, as a further update. Tuesday night my DIL says my wife can't wait to get into her new apartment July 1 because her current landlord has turned out to be "a real slime ball." "Really," says I. "How so?"
She says he has propositioned her, tried to kiss her, has been in his car in her back yard at late hours of the night. Last week she pulled up her blinds before going to sleep to see if it the car was there and when she pulled them up, she was terrified to see his face pressed up against the window. Her windows now all have sheets stapled over them. He offered to lower her rent the last time he made a move on her.
Some feelings die slowly, others are killed off, but I found that protective isn't one of them. I was livid!
Called my stepson, 31, and had dinner with him last night to discuss.
Tonight we went to the landlord's house unannounced. Told him my name was (First name) and this is (stepson's first name) and we wanted to talk to him about one of his apartments on X Avenue. "Sure," says he, "which one?"
"Well, specifically the basement apartment that will be available July one. But where are my manners? Let me finish the introductions, I am Firstname Gardener, Mrs. Gardener's husband and (stepson's name) here is her son."
His jaw dropped. He closed the front door and came out.
I told him that for reasons not worth going into and that are none of his business, these past 10 months in the apartment have been a respite, a rest, a much-needed de-stress time for Mrs. Gardener. Now, you can imagine that her well-being and peace of mind is absolutely paramount to me and to her son, here.
So we have come to request - to insist, right, stepson?- that you help in that process for the last ten weeks she will be in that apartment by having absolutely no personal contact with her whatsoever, do you understand what I'm saying here?"
He says well, I've talked to her about renewing her lease but she didn't seem to like that idea.
I replied, "well without getting into details and ugly here, she has informed stepson and I of several occurances that, shall we say, she 'doesn't like."
So, let me repeat that we fully expect you to have absolutely no in-person contact with her between now and the day she moves, understood?"
He said, "Fine. Understood. Okay"
I shook his hand and said, "Landlord, I completely misjudged you. I came here with every intention of telling you that if you go near her, proposition her, touch her, peep in her windows or anything like that stepson and I would immediately and swiftly make you sorely and very painfully regret it. But I see now that I don't have to say that at all. Good night"
Stepson said, "Nice to meet you. Let's hope I don't have to call on you again. And my mother is not to know from you that this conversation took place."
We later left it for my stepson to tell his mom about our polite, respectful visit and that she should be able to rest easy now, but must tell him if anything else happens!
But, boy do I expect the manure to hit the fan (for me) when my wife finds out.
I did the same thing, but in a more extreme manner, when my stepdaughter was being stalked about 8 years ago and my wife greatly admired me and was grateful for it. But this time? Whoo, boy, I'm waiting for her call.
Sorry about the rant. Hadda do what I hadda do with stepson. No choice. Needed to get it off my chest here.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac