OP here. Yes, I'm going by a different user name. You see, I was so frickin upset by the vile remarks from some of you that I deleted my account. But then I thought, you know what? A bunch of strangers on the internet should not have that power to upset me. So I'm gonna comment one last time and then not even gonna bother looking back here.
Firstly, NICKNACKY lol, how the hell do you know that? Are you my downstairs neighbour?
Second, to all the people who were not nasty, thank you. Unfortunatly I have skipped through most of this thread so that I dont end up bursting into tears. The suggestions about runners and foam flooring were brilliant, and I am off out in a mo to buy the foam jigsaws. Why I didnt think of it before I dont know.
Also thank you for realising that I am frightened, as I did say in my OP. I'm scared to go out incase I meet him im the hall. I'm scared that my baby will cry and will get shouted at. I'm scared of having the tv loud or walking around my own home. I'm a new mum, and already full of anxiety. I'm not saying this for sympathy. Firstly, because clearly the vultures on here wouldn't provide that anyway! And also, I don't really care about what you think of me.
Although I don't owe anyone any more explanatikn, I'm enjoying my rant and I will say what I need to. We didn't buy the rescue dog, or even choose to get her. She was dumped on us by her abuser who was threatenjng to put her down if we didnt as tbey wouldnt wait for the dog rescue centre to have a space. We waited for that space, but fell in love with her. Was it the most sensible thing to do? Of course not. But I'm sure y'all aren't perfect, however much you pretend you are. Both dogs are small, and make next to no noise when walking normally up and down the hall, whether you believe me or not. And to those saying rehome them, nah not gonna happen. As I've said, they are extremely well looked after.
The carpet: for reasons I'm not gonna bother to go into we had one until about 2 years ago. He moaned even then. Due to a series of unfortunate events (or what you vipers will prob call 'excuses') any time we have saved the moneh for a new one something has happened where we have had to spend it. The boiler being the most recent. To all you 'you havr money for dogs and a kid blah blah' people, yes we do. However, we do not have £600 spare to just spend on a carpet right now. Especially as I am now on maternity pay. Besides, it's not just the hall. As I've said, he shouts whatever room we are in. The laminate rooms have amazing underlay so not so much there, but the carpet rooms: he still shouts. And even though no-one seems to believe me, we reallh are very quiet. If i drop a remote, however, I get called a bitch through the ceiling. Is that really normal to you people?
One more point I would like to make, Mr Downstairs (MD) and I used to get on well. I would apologise for the noise, he would apologise for shouting. He would even say it wasn't that bad and that he was sorry for swearing. The carpet was almost an ongoing joke. It is only recently that it has gotten so serious and we have stopped speaking.
All I wanted when I came on here was a bit of constructive advice, maybe a polite conversation about whether I was in the wrong or not. I mean, I asked the question, I was prepared to hear that I was wrong. But the vile, hateful, nasty comments attacking everything from my dogs to my character and even apparantly my baby (although I've not seem that thankfully) was way more than I expected. Do you enjoy trying to upset someone? Do you get off on being as nasty as possible? I'm a good person. I try my best to be considerate to everyone. But you guys are f**kjng crazy tbh. So much hate for someone you don't know based on 2 paragraphs of information.
Again, thanks to the helpful, non-idiot people. Hopefully this foam will work until we have saved enough for the carpet.