I’d literally do my best to keep out of their way and move as soon as I’d feasible for you.
I was quite friendly with old neighbours, I helped them out, but we actually became quite pally after they came to knock on my door about a physical fight he had with his sister. She was throwing stuff, smacking the doors off walls. Could hear the kids screaming.
I told them that I should have called the police as they’d woken all of our family up and I could hear their kids screaming.
So sister was banned from their house. All was lovely but the more I got to know the DH the more I became sure I didn’t want to be around him. He drank huge amounts whilst they were late with the school dinner money, and they weren’t allowed to turn the heating on because the bill.
So anyway. Another huge row started, sister was banned again.
Sister starts going around again, and the sister was known to also have problems with alcohol.
This time was different, banging and banging, then the sister knocked on my door at 1am screaming at me about how her brother had hit her back and they were keeping her son from her. They were both paraletic, social services were involved with her and she told them she had stopped drinking.
I the end at 2am the son was running around the driveway and they were just interested in screaming at each other. She refused to leave, but during that argument I heard that the brother- my neighbour was heavily into coke- there was no use trying to calm down the situation. I told her that she had her son, outside at 2 am. She needed to get him home, she had 10 minutes to be off my (it was shared!) driveway or I was calling the police who would involve her social worker.
She made an effort to quieten down then, but the relationship with my neighbours was damaged. I had little to do with them after that, they knew why I pulled away, but whilst I was out things started happening to my property, I’d come home to find that my Layz spa had been unplugged, or my bike was halfway through the woods instead of in my garden, once I returned to my bin having been emptied over the grass and a complaint from my landlord about a week later - about the state of my garden. The front of my house had been egged multiple times. my Door was vandalised, they parked so I couldn’t use any part of the driveway.
I had to start spending Friday and Saturday nights at my MILS house because I didn’t want to have to hear their loud parties that would often kick off in the middle of the night. It still happened during the week, but I got out as soon as I could. So happy to be away from them.