AWe were advIsed by our attorney that it would be a good idea to send a certified letter to the autorities. That stated that they need to contact us before entering our property. It was sent out certified with a responding return letter. At this point in time is when it all seemed to fall apart. I had as well posted my property. Just for the neighbors meth lab trespassing sakes. Prior to all of this i had seen our helpers a good many of times. I had even set up cameras to help them. Our home was like a cave. Windows with cardboard,blinds and curtains on the bedrooms. And near day and night for the other windows in the home. And it was even a wonder that my wife stayed there to begin with. Or my kids at that. My daughter moved out with her boyfriend at some point. And my son wanted to move to his grandmothers house. And through out about four months of time. I had only one phone call. In reguards to any form of progress. That didnt lead to any answers. Which was to be expected. But beings that our marriage was on the rocks. I still had to move forword with renevations. To have the house ready to sell come spring. Through out the time the help was there. I could get on my phone and chat through the drug tip line. And i made every effort to inform about next doors actions at the meth lab. It was like i could talk to someone outside my home even and get a light responce. Meaning id write something and get an imiediate responce. With an light flash.On the same webform. Being pseudoaphakic it was a constant game of sherades. And figuring out meanings. To what was being pointed at. This light game was from the time i got up. Until i went to bed. I read that some forms of seisures could be the result of to.mucj of this activity. And it was a very hard thing to get used to. Like living in a constant disco. If i left.my home. The meth labbers would gain home court advantage.
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