Attacking Our Positive Environment.

After a most sad and traumatic divorce, I lost virtually all of my life savings.  This meant that I ended up in social housing.  Eleven years ago I moved into this home and was placed here based on a point system that assured I'd be in a peaceful, positive environment.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  It took three years and two court cases to have the people living below me evicted.  They made my son's life, our dog's life and my life, a living hell.

For the next seven plus years, we  lived in peace and harmony with our neighbours.  All getting along without being intrusive.  Out of squalor, I created a beautiful garden.  An oasis of tranquillity and in balance with nature.  I was proud of all I had done and proud how I had battled against negative neighbours to make this a safe haven for all three of us.

The neighbours who moved in after we finally got those nasty people evicted, were cooperative and respectful of us as we were of them.  Eight months ago they moved on and my negative speculation went into overdrive.  What will the new neighbours living below me be like?  Will they be peaceful and respecting of others?   My worst thoughts came to fruition.

For eight horrendous months we have been subjected to loud music, slamming doors, unattended dogs barking and their dogs fouling by my part of the property.  Even the slightest hint of noise from us is greeted by a torrent of foul mouthed abuse from the 'adult' living below us.  For instance, Penny who has been of great worry during some confusing times recently, accidentally dropped a bone she was chewing, off a chair and onto the floor.  The guy below screamed up and I quote in edited version, "I'm gonna' come up there and kick your f**king heads in!"

Yes, I tried to have some civil conversations with my anti-social neighbours.  Anything I said was dismissed and I was told in no uncertain terms, that they could do whatever they liked.

I have made an initial complaint to my housing authority in regards to what has been going on.  I have asked my housing authority to make note of this pending further meetings.  In fact, I have indicated that I want to move out and into my own separate place.  I know I have a huge amount of evidence to get the people below evicted but I would then worry about who moved in next.  And yes, if I took such action, I would worry about reprisals.

I'm writing this with head phones on.  I can barely concentrate and this has been having a huge impact on my physical and mental well being.   We all have the right to live in peace in a positive environment.  Our environment has been attacked by positive energy saboteurs and I cannot take any more.  After that first situation with my original neighbours, I can fight no more.  Somehow, I embrace this as having a positive lining.  Time to move on and make a fresh start in a home where I can actually do some writing without the panic attacks I'm experiencing.

So, what I love, my passion to be involved within the great blogging community has been thrown into chaos because of rowdy neighbours who have made life unbearable.