I've posted before on this. Tonight, after a week of non-stop metal grinding, sanding and pounding - I lost my sh&t. I did not handle it well.
I left the house, for about an hour on errands. I'd been listening to metal grinding all day and thought maybe a break would calm me down. I came home, and no, he was revving a motorcycle at 7:30. I yelled. I slammed my front door. I was not...cool. I even screamed out that he should start his chain saw, or maybe blast his favorite music, he wasn't really doing it right. Just a motorcycle? Pshaw, that's chicken stuff.
He revved louder.
I know. I know. I should not have incited further aggression. But I lost my cool, in a major way. His response?
My daughter found me on the floor of my kitchen an hour later. I was struggling to breathe. I was such a failure. I couldn't handle it and I was...gone.
She decided to go talk to neighbor. It did not go well. Apparently we should all be OK with what he does cause he's a "three time war vet" and I'm not neighborly and we've had incidents, you know, a few times over the last two years that have made us "not likable" in the neighborhood. My daughter said something like, "are you f**cking kidding me? and was told not to pollute the neighbors air. My daughter, god love her, said "What? with words like f88k, sh&t, c#&tm and pi$$?" and came home.
I took ativan. I'm that wound up. I'm shaking, tired and sick of someone using his vet status as a justification for being a jerk . His girlfriend too. What can I do, within the limits of the law, that will impress on them that their actions are making us suffer??
I left the house, for about an hour on errands. I'd been listening to metal grinding all day and thought maybe a break would calm me down. I came home, and no, he was revving a motorcycle at 7:30. I yelled. I slammed my front door. I was not...cool. I even screamed out that he should start his chain saw, or maybe blast his favorite music, he wasn't really doing it right. Just a motorcycle? Pshaw, that's chicken stuff.
He revved louder.
I know. I know. I should not have incited further aggression. But I lost my cool, in a major way. His response?
My daughter found me on the floor of my kitchen an hour later. I was struggling to breathe. I was such a failure. I couldn't handle it and I was...gone.
She decided to go talk to neighbor. It did not go well. Apparently we should all be OK with what he does cause he's a "three time war vet" and I'm not neighborly and we've had incidents, you know, a few times over the last two years that have made us "not likable" in the neighborhood. My daughter said something like, "are you f**cking kidding me? and was told not to pollute the neighbors air. My daughter, god love her, said "What? with words like f88k, sh&t, c#&tm and pi$$?" and came home.
I took ativan. I'm that wound up. I'm shaking, tired and sick of someone using his vet status as a justification for being a jerk . His girlfriend too. What can I do, within the limits of the law, that will impress on them that their actions are making us suffer??