How much can one person take?

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 Until recently I led a very quiet uneventful life. I would work from home the kids would go to school and come home. It wasn't until we wanted more that the problems started.

We moved into a 2 bedroom 1.5 bath apartment in Hermitage, TN the beginning of last year and it seemed like a nice place. Everything was going good except for a few distractions such as the bassers getting their windshields thumping but other then that it wasn't to bad. About 6 months in we decided that we really needed more space. A 3 bedroom would allow the kids to each have their own room, something I could never give them. In August we moved to another apartment within the same complex. 2nd floor apartment in B building. The space was wonderful. The neighbors were very different but seeing as we didn't socialize much it wasn't a huge thing. We continued our quiet little life paying the rent working and going to school. In October new people moved to the 3rd floor above us. Now I'm not so snooty that I couldn't tolerate normal walking, moving around and normal living noise from upstairs. That's just something you have to live with when living in an apartment. The part I couldn't tolerate was the "rough housing" as the upstairs people put it and not just for a few minutes but for well over 30 minutes at a time. One Saturday morning my son woke me up to inform me that it sounded like someone just got body slammed above his room. I looked at the clock at it said 5:16 am. Then everything else started. The daily running back and forth and the almost deliberate stomping on the floor in the upstairs apartment.We tried a broomstick with a tennis ball on the end and knocking on the ceiling when they would make to much noise but of course they would promptly stomp on the floor. This always made me angry because to stop in their tracks and stomp right above where we banged they knew they were making to much noise. It really made me feel they were doing it purposely. The frequent calls to the office complaining about the noise issues. Of course nothing was done. The office is there to rent out apartments and collect rents. They had no idea what to do about noise complaints but, to calm the caller and lie.


After 2 1/2 months of this and nothing getting done we requested to move to another apartment or let us out of our lease. Well they chose to move us to another apartment. We started packing up the apartment. Presidents weekend the upstairs people starting spitting on our balcony and the stomping increased. It was caught on video tape and played that Tuesday for the manager of the apartment complex when we picked up the keys to the new place. The then manager Christine heard the video and stated to us that any expenses we had to please submit them and they would take care of them. Unfortunately we didn't get this in writing. We trusted the office thus far and we felt we didn't need that. After the move and many problems not associated with the complex we finally settled in. I submitted the moving expenses to the office and paid for everything thinking they would make good one their word. I received a call on the 28th of Febuary from the "new" manager stating that they would not be taking care of the moving expenses due to the fact they didn't charge us a transfer fee and there was damage done to the ceiling of the old apartment. If I wanted the submitted expenses taken care of them I would have to pay the transfer fee and the damages. Fine I was out hundreds of dollars to make a move I didn't feel I should of had to make in the first place.

After being there for about a week and several new issues coming into place we decided that for our own safety it's time to get out of Ghettoleaf. My kids were threatened on a daily basis all of which the DA Screening in downtown Nashville said it wasn't against the law. They called it freedom of speech. Lovely huh? We looked and found a place that would definitely work for us. I put in the application and they did the credit check and also faxed the apartment complex we lived in. Since then all hell broke loose. I received a note on my door from the office stating that my dog was making to much noise barking and howling. My dog is a beagle yes but she doesn't howl. She barked maybe 5 times since the move. The letter also stated that "they" the apartment complex spoke to us on several occasion about this. ROFL I must be getting senile because I don't remember them ever saying anything about Keisha. Plus after living there for well over a year and no complaints? Hmmm really made me wonder. The next day during the daytime hours between 1:57 PM and 4:33PM my back drivers side window was smashed in. The same day I received another notice requesting payment for the "dimples" in the ceiling to the tune of $325. They normally did a patch job that I have pictures of so, why all of a sudden is a professional called in?

All notices threatened eviction.

Now with all of this said we honestly feel that the management is and has been doing this to get us out. Why? Because we called codes on them? Possibly but all this started before they even knew I called codes. Could it be the new manager is trying to impress her bosses? Possibly cause she flunked people skills 101. We are flat out being bullied into moving. I would stay and fight this all but I don't have the energy anymore. I don't have the fight anymore. Our family is emotionally exhausted after going through everything. When they take us to court I will be there. I will be there with pictures, statements etc. I know deep down the judge won't care but I will feel better having said my peace.

This is just plain wrong of people to do this and get away with it. Unless you have money to hire a lawyer then forget it. You're screwed! I just wish that the next time they do this to someone they include a jar of Vaseline to make it easier for people to take. They have laws (yeah like Nashville Metro would do anything about it) to protect kids from being bullied well what about being bullied in an apartment complex from the management? Nothing, Nada, Ziltch!