Stalking no. Harassment? Fucking big time!
My kids were assaulted. My car was damaged. And what was done? Absolutely nothing at all. Why? Because my husband and I kept to ourselves. We didn't kiss ass, and we certainly didn't go out of our way to please everyone else.
I've complained about my former neighbors in the past, but I've never really explained how it all started. The first incident happened when my middle daughter hit one of the neighbor's kids. I punished her like I would if she'd hit anyone, and that should have been the end of it. It wasn't. Apparently the neighbor didn't like the fact that I sent my daughter to her room and kept her inside for a week. That punishment wasn't good enough. What did she want me to do? She wanted me to let her daughter beat the shit out of mine......Yes, you read that right. She wanted me to let her daughter assault mine. I wanted to tell the psycho bitch to fuck off, but I politely told her it wasn't going to happen and stuck to my punishment.
The next incident happened with my son and their son. They were playing football and my son's team was winning. Their son tried to punch my son in the face and my son pushed him before he could hit him. The kid admitted to his parents that he was trying to punch my son, but they demanded I punish my son anyway to which I not so politely told them to go fuck themselves and that I wasn't going to punish my son for defending himself.
From there it went from trying to keep our kids from playing with each other, to their kids doing whatever they could to make my kids miserable. They were stabbed in the arm with a piece of glass, hit upside the head with a stick, had things thrown in their faces, and this is just by the kids. The adults would call my kids whores and bitches, called my son a faggot, and screamed at them constantly like they were the scum of the Earth. Eventually when we complained to the rental office, the harassment shifted to the entire family. My truck was keyed up, as was my husband's car, his work truck tires were slashed, and the assholes directly next to us went around spreading rumors that my husband beat me.
We dealt with it for six months, and it was absolute hell. The police couldn't do anything to the kids because they were all under 7 years old, and both families would lie and say that my kids were doing something first. My kids were old enough to be charged, and even though they didn't do anything, the families lied and said they did. The police wouldn't do anything about our complaints, because if they did, they would have to charge my children with what they were accused of doing. I have never had to get a protection order in my life, but within six months I had three of them....