So basically my life has been consumed by the barn, and NOT for good reasons.
The guy who "owns" the property (let's call him Jerk) (oh, and he lied about owning it, turns out he doesn't) has been making all the barn girls' lives absolute hell. He does things like steal fly masks (he insists fly masks are a form of abuse, never mind the fact both his horses are at least 200 pounds overweight); he makes girls get off their own horses because he is all-knowledgable and they need to let HIM train their horses because THEY don't know what they're doing; he tried to lock us out of our own storage shed with ALL our saddles, bridles, blankets, cleaning supplies, etc still inside; he tries to spook the giant horse I ride by slamming dumpster doors near us, WELDING near us, and when this horse naturally panics, Jerk says to me "oh, looks like he's not his usual calm self, what did you do to him?"
Vesicular stomatitis (a mild virus for horses, a raging virus for cattle, and it is contagious to people) is rampant in our area so we've been administering preventatives to all the horses at the barn. All the horses except, of course, Jerk's, because HE knows better. Well, whose horse came down with VS? Jerk's! Naturally. So now our facility is under strict quarantine and we legally cannot leave. We are stuck with this psycho until *hopefully* the 23rd of this month. We moved almost all of our stuff off the property yesterday, including around 400 bales of hay. Now of course AFTER we load all of the hay my trainer paid for (super expensive) Jerk comes waltzing over and starts yelling, accusing us of stealing his hay, how we all look like "fucking idiots" (pardon the language, I wish I was making this up) and how he's going to call the police (never mind the fact that my cop husband was witnessing all of this... and filming it, he got a lovely video of Jerk's tirade). Fortunately we didn't have any issues, as the deputy looked Jerk up and realized he doesn't own the property and that he has a rather extensive history with the police, and after speaking to my trainer's husband about it on the phone was basically like "yeah I'm calling the property owner" so that will be fun.
We have a few small things to move today, which are locked in the storage shed protected by my trainer's lock. Jerk tried to demand the passcode for it yesterday... we're trying to figure out if we have to give it to him or if he breaks the lock and messes with our stuff if he can be charged with criminal mischief, or even trespassing. All I know is that he's going to come after us the minute he sees us moving more stuff. It's got to be a control thing, he tried to control the riders, he tried to control when and if we were moving (which he tried to blame me for, because I have a "terrible attitude"), when he couldn't control us moving our belongings he had to control how much hay we took (even though NONE OF IT is his)!
It feels like a hostage situation because all of our horses are stuck at his property, where he lives and NEVER LEAVES 24/7. I can't go see my horse without being followed, yelled at, and cussed at. I wear my GoPro as much as I can when I'm out there, because I'm 100% worried about Jerk getting violent. We don't go to the barn alone, and we don't go in groups of 2 because that's not enough of a deterrent for him. We can't break the quarantine without paying a $1000 fine and jail time... PER horse. The state veterinarian has to give us permission to leave even after our quarantine is up. I just don't know what to do! This is absolutely consuming my life, I haven't ridden in 3 weeks and I wake up nauseous with stress every single morning. The state won't consider letting us leave because our situation isn't "unique" enough. What??? We're all worried for our safety and the safety of our horses because they live with a sociopath, but suuuure, let's prevent the spread of a NON-DEADLY disease that is spread by FLIES.
Sorry this wasn't art related, but it feels good to vent a little.
PS we gave Jerk "his" hay back... we stacked some wicked moldy hay underneath some nicer hay. suck it, Jerk. He said nothing about quality... only quantity.