I mentioned in my last post (if it ain't 1 thing it's 20) briefly about my freaky neighbor. I went back through my blog to see if I had ever mentioned him, I haven't. Well here goes. I happened to meet him in the stairwell last year sometime. My husband wasn't home at the time. My Romanian was limited to hello's, how are you, and good bye. So I didn't understand much. I understood he asked something about a computer. I responded 'da', and told him to come back tomorrow to talk to my husband. Something seemed weird about him when I met him, but I chocked it up to my lack of conversational skills. So he comes by the next day when my husband is home. My kids are naturally affectionate, they hug everyone! So they were talking to the new guy, he was nice with them, but something was rubbing me the wrong way. That nagging little feeling in the back of your head that screams "Danger! Danger Will Robinson!"
He had asked if he could use our computer, we said okay. He started showing up when my husband wasn't here. The way he talked to my kids made me nauseous. He was all of about 17 I guess, said he wanted to be come a priest in the Orthadox church. But there was something about him. He was an only child and his father had died when he was young, so he was raised by an overly affectionate, indulgent, or worried mother. I blamed his weirdness on that. One evening when he was here, he was on his phone talking to a friend, my husband said he was flirting, but he was speaking in the masculine, when if he was speaking to a girl, he should have been saying things a different way. When he got off the phone my husband asked him flat out, "Are you gay?" It surprised him, and he asked Marius how he knew. Marius was like well your body language is effiminate, but the way you were talking - you were speaking masculine, when you should have been speaking with the feminine. He said yes, he was, and begged Marius not to say anything, cause no one knew, and here where we are in Romania, that can get you beat the hell up, or worse. Marius said he wouldn't say a word, but he asked him how he thought he could be a priest, he said he didn't know. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
Not long after this, was waiting and wondering my oldest daughter was, she had long been due back from school. My doorbell rings, I open it, and there is freaky neighbor with my daughter!!!!!! He comes in - I still don't know why he kept coming over, when I didn't understand a word he said, and visa versa! Anyway he comes in, he uses the bathroom. I asked Kelly, what was going on, she said he was waiting for her at her school, and he walked her home, but not the way she normally came back home, a different route, he took her to a park and asked her if she wanted to play, she said no, I need to go home, I'm going to be in trouble if I'm late. He stopped at a little store to buy something, and he bought her a piece of candy! I was ready to tear this little dude a new one! Only I didn't have the words. He hung around for a while, used the computer I noticed he was using it to talk to some man, who was at least my age. He finally left. When Marius came home I told him what had happened, it was a good thing the kid wasn't here at the time - Marius was livid, he would've ripped the kids head off. Marius is very, very SLOW to anger, but once he's there, you need to stay away! Kelly informed us, he was regularly at the school. Which is weird to me. He isn't in that school. Why they allow people to be on the school grounds who have no business there is beyond me. A few days went by before we saw him again, and when we did, Marius had calmed down, he told him - what you did was wrong, you NEVER take one of my children from school unless you are asked to. He further told him, if you wait for my kid at the school again, I will go straight to the police, and what do you think will happen will I tell them a homosexual was waiting for my kid at her school, unasked by me or my wife. He went white and apologized profusely! Kelly said he made her feel weird. After that when ever he came over, she gave him a wide berth, would barely talk to him. The way he was with my son though - ugggggg!!!!!
Marius had told him, if I'm not home, you don't come to my house. It doesn't look right, and people will talk if they see you always over here with my wife and kids when I'm not here. He agreed, etc. BUT, he come over more when Marius wasn't here, than when he was. Marius had by that time told him, no more using the computer, you're using to continue a homosexual relationship, and I won't be party to that. But still he came. Finally around Christmas, Marius had had it, he was ALWAYS at our house. Marius had just come home from a pitiful little job that didn't pay that much, things were tight, and the doorbell rings. We all stayed quiet. We were eating dinner as a family. We ignored it, not 5 minutes later, it rings again. Marius gets up from the table, opens the door and says. "Man, it's enough. You are always over here, even when I'm not here, which I've asked you NOT to do. If you have an emergency, and we can help, we will, but other than that, I'm sorry, but I'm done. Good night." and he shut the door.
And that is the last we've heard from him. We pass him on the street or in the stairs from time to time, and he still turns my stomach, and I want to bash his head in when he leans down to talk to my son. The girls have figured out that Mommy doesn't like him, she thinks he's weird or bad, or something, so they don't say much to him. But my 3 year old - he doesn't get it yet!
So anyway, that is who informed me of water in my apartment yesterday, I would rather have been possessed by Satan than have heard that from this guy. The less contact I have with freaky neighbor dude, the better!