More of a grumble than anything but I really bloody hate her. I know I'm not being unreasonable to think that she should act like a grown up and consider other people's feelings and lives. She expects me to knock on her door at anywhere between 2 and 5am to tell her she's being too noisy/drunk/smashing up the house cos she's had a 'bad day'.
She knows I go to work about 5am every weekday yet is slamming doors so hard they shake my bed on the opposite side of the house from her front door at anywhere up to 2am regularly. How her kids sleep through it is beyond me. There's screaming and shouting at all hours, banging against my wall, kids screaming, dog barking/howling, music playing, police knocking on my door when neighbours have called them about her noise when she's screaming on the street during arguments with her ex partner.
Every Friday and Saturday night I dread as I know she'll keep me up til all hours as she 'lets her hair down' despite doing fuck all the whole week. If she worked I could understand her needing it. Somehow I think being in a dressing gown by 4pm getting pissed doesn't really constitute work or needing a break.
Her kids are awful because she's a terrible mother, screaming and swearing at them constantly. They've lived there less than a year and I'm at the end of my tether already. I feel like my only option is to move but why should I be pushed out of my own house after 13yrs here? I'm loath to keep reporting her to the council (hers is a council house) or the police because when I do sell up I will have to declare the issues I've had with her. I'm also worried I could get much worse (alcoholics lived there for a year before she did).
This isn't every day but sometimes can be several times a week. My anxiety has suffered badly since she's lived there and my OH hates her as he's usually the one that has to bang on her door and inform her it's 3am so she should shut the fuck up. He's stopped staying over as it interferes too much with his sleep (which he needs for his job with emergency services - someone could actually die because he's too knackered).
I pray for bad weather to keep them out of the garden drunkenly screaming and shouting until 2am every night. This past warm summer pushed me to my limit. She even has the cheek to complain I close my windows too loudly when she's shouting round the garden in the early hours.
Fingers crossed for a lottery win so I can afford to move away. Or have her bumped off 