I live in a duplex with a shared parking area. I’ve had new upstairs neighbors for a few months. They are youngish hipsters (probably in their mid 20s) who seemed okay at first. When they moved in I wanted to make them feel welcome, so I gave them a bottle of locally made wine (knowing that as hipsters they would probably like such a gift) which was pretty expensive too, and offered the use of my front porch anytime.
It seems like my efforts at goodwill didn’t mean much. They fight every night (it’s always him I hear) and are completely uncooperative in every way you can imagine. Or at least the guy is.
I never see the fiancee, who is supposedly an artist of some kind, but the guy has proved to be a passive-aggressive d**k. His behavior seems to indicate severe, possibly malignant, covert narcissism. I wonder if his fiancee is so silent and invisible because she suffers from PTSD.
First was the problem I had with their cat. They have two Himalayans, and for about a month, one of them was always sitting in front of my door and would try to get inside whenever I went to open it. My roommate told me this cat would be sitting out there all day on one of the porch chairs. It seemed like they expected us to take her in, and maybe they thought I was a “crazy cat lady” because there are already 3 cats in this small apartment. My daughter’s cat, BabyCat, has anxiety and territorial issues, and was beginning to act very sketchy and neurotic, compulsively grooming and meowing anxiously whenever the neighbor’s cat was outside my front door, which was most of the time.
I called my neighbor about the problem and he said snottily, “well, we can’t keep her upstairs, because she doesn’t get along with our other cat, and she doesn’t like being inside anyway.”
Well, then, idiot, why don’t you re-home her? I didn’t tell him this. He did nothing. The cat was still outside. She was dirty and unkempt and it looked like she was never fed. I called him again a few days later and left a message. I got no response. Being an animal lover, I hated the fact I had to start chasing her away, but what else could I do? Even if I could have taken in another cat, which I absolutely can’t, he probably would have been angry about it.
One day he saw me chasing the cat away from my front door and gave me a look that could kill, so I knew he was mad (he probably thinks I’m “cruel to animals” even though I’m anything but. But after that, I didn’t see the cat again.
Not their cat, just one I found on Google but the expression on this cat is epic.
Now I’m dealing with the parking issue. They have two cars, and between myself, my daughter, and my roommate, we have 3. So there a total of five cars parked in a space that can really only hold three. The neighbors are environmentalists and don’t want to “ruin the grass”, even though they have never once mowed it (mowing the shared large front yard and the back yard falls on me, or whoever I can get to do it–and their side of the house is covered with 3 foot tall weeds). So what they do is they park both their cars on the gravel, and don’t bother to angle their cars so that I can get out easily in the morning (I have to back up over the gravel driveway to get out). This guy is completely uncooperative, as you can see from these two phone conversations. His tone seems snotty and entitled to me and he’s a liar too.
First text conversation:
He was lying. I could hear him and a bunch of their friends upstairs. They never did move the car, and the next morning I almost hit it trying to back out.
In the second text conversation, the last message got sort of messed up, but I was trying to explain that I couldn’t use the other entrance because that goes into the parking area of the apartment complex next door, and they don’t want us to drive through there so it’s usually blocked off. I would be forced to drive through the yard to get around that. So backing out is really the only way.
Second text conversation (this was today):
I finally got him to agree to angle his car differently so I can get out, but not until I threatened to call the landlord about the problem (that part can’t be seen in the text conversation, because I told him this over the phone) and that if he didn’t start to angle his car, I would probably hit it trying to get out.
I hate the way this narcissistic brat is forcing me to resort to threats and aggression. That’s not me at all, but it’s the only thing that seems to work with him, and the fiancee might as well be a ghost because I never even see her at all. I wonder if they’ll make it to actual marriage.