whiteraven
Diamond Member
I'm pretty sure someone else in this same position would be managing it better.
I had a pretty good day. And then I was sitting in my living room not bothering a soul, and I heard someone on one of the upper decks outside yelling. They were yelling my name, angry because I had complained about the dog barking (I didn't, and I NEVER would), and called me a f*cking b*tch. I normally would not go out if there is going to be a confrontation, because I suck at those. But animals are the only beings important to me in this world, and I was not going to let that go.
So I went out, asked him what he was going on about, and he proceeded to holler at me. This went on for quite some time--us shouting back and forth--and I was surprised the cops didn't show up. But here's the thing. This is not me AT ALL. I don't confront anyone about anything. But he made me so mad.
Turns out he had been drinking, and at first wouldn't tell me who told him that, then said it was 3 other people in the building, then when I asked one of them who happened to be outside too, he said it wasn't her.
He ended up apologizing profusely and told me he loved me (eeewwwww)--I know he was drunk, but it just is not helping. After I went inside in tears and was trying to pull myself together, he came to my *door.* Oh gods, I hate when people come to my door unannounced. Wanted to apologize again, wanted to hug me, wanted us to just be good neighbors. Told me (again) all the wonderful ways he's been a great one (neglected to mention he may have slipped when he called me a f*cking b*tch).
And now I don't feel safe. I cried for a couple of hours, closed all the windows and blinds, and...I just don't feel safe.
I don't think that's reasonable (although he's a regular drinker and some of what he said *someone* in this building had to tell him), but I don't know how to shake it.
I had a pretty good day. And then I was sitting in my living room not bothering a soul, and I heard someone on one of the upper decks outside yelling. They were yelling my name, angry because I had complained about the dog barking (I didn't, and I NEVER would), and called me a f*cking b*tch. I normally would not go out if there is going to be a confrontation, because I suck at those. But animals are the only beings important to me in this world, and I was not going to let that go.
So I went out, asked him what he was going on about, and he proceeded to holler at me. This went on for quite some time--us shouting back and forth--and I was surprised the cops didn't show up. But here's the thing. This is not me AT ALL. I don't confront anyone about anything. But he made me so mad.
Turns out he had been drinking, and at first wouldn't tell me who told him that, then said it was 3 other people in the building, then when I asked one of them who happened to be outside too, he said it wasn't her.
He ended up apologizing profusely and told me he loved me (eeewwwww)--I know he was drunk, but it just is not helping. After I went inside in tears and was trying to pull myself together, he came to my *door.* Oh gods, I hate when people come to my door unannounced. Wanted to apologize again, wanted to hug me, wanted us to just be good neighbors. Told me (again) all the wonderful ways he's been a great one (neglected to mention he may have slipped when he called me a f*cking b*tch).
And now I don't feel safe. I cried for a couple of hours, closed all the windows and blinds, and...I just don't feel safe.
I don't think that's reasonable (although he's a regular drinker and some of what he said *someone* in this building had to tell him), but I don't know how to shake it.