|Willow (the_willow) wrote,|
@ 2010-09-14 21:16:00
|Current mood:||having the shakes|
|Entry tags:||willow's warren|
I wrote my landlady asking for more help to mask the noises from upstairs. She wrote a letter reminding the upstairs neighbour to be mindful. Upstairs neighbour just called me, shouting, talking about how I'm unreasonable and trying to get her evicted and she doesn't even use her living room out of consideration for me, and if I thought there was noise and disturbance before, well there's going to be disturbance now.
And so there are people walking up and down, running up and down, jumping up and down on top of my head.
The exact reprisal I told my landlady I was so afraid of which was why I hadn't mentioned anything. And now, well, reprisal. And cuss out.
It took me a long time to understand my landlady wanted a relationship with me, that I should go to her and be honest about things. I wrote her a letter asking for help, explaining that the tension is affecting my health and now...
I don't even....
I. don't. even.
pS: Yes, I did call the landlady as soon as I hung up/was hung up on by the neighbour to let her know what happened.