I'm Done. This Careless Neighbor Has Cost Me My Peace, And I'm Moving Out

I'm just so tired. If I told you I wasn't completely broken by the neighbors upstairs, I’d be lying. I’ve finally realized it’s practically impossible to live in the same building as people who simply don't care. When your neighbor is this careless, you're forced to participate in their suffering—and it’s soul-crushing.

I remember living in a different flat downtown, and the neighbor there would neglect their dogs completely. The poor animals would poop inside for days, and the stench was unbelievable. The only safe space was inside my apartment, door shut, with a rug jammed against the bottom to block that sickening smell from crawling in. That was the only way I could keep the stink out.
I moved here, hoping for peace, and it’s just one type of chaos replaced by another. This neighbor has been so unbelievably reckless. First, they left the tap running while they traveled, allowing water to soak into my bedroom ceiling for weeks until it was finally sorted out during winter. Then, the music—the constant, loud, middle-of-the-night music. Dancing, hitting the floor, rattling my ceiling. It was so crazy. I tried to let it go and just live in peace, but when the pounding was still going strong around 3 AM one of the many days, I had to knock. "Please," I begged, "I have to work; I need to sleep." Just turn it down. And that doesn’t even mention smoking, drinking, or the general lousy pattern of life.

But nothing prepared me for yesterday. I came back from work, my partner picked me  up for a date, we managed to get some food, and fell asleep early, desperate for rest. I woke up, and just like that, I noticed the kitchen ceiling was leaking. We frantically went upstairs to knock, trying desperately to get someone to open the door and just turn off the tap. Nothing. I informed the landlord immediately, sending pictures of the leaking area, but still, no one could get to them.

This morning, I woke up, said a prayer, and went to the kitchen. The ceiling had collapsed. It’s utter chaos. This is the reward you get for living under a careless neighbor.

I used to constantly wonder why landlords collect deposits and all those extra fees—first, last month’s rent, security deposits. Why is it so complicated and expensive just to move in? I get it now. It’s because of people like this. It’s because of the constant, frustrating, financially destructive carelessness that makes properties unlivable. Those huge payments are the only protection against someone who will flood your house, destroy drywall, and refuse to answer the door. It's not fair to us, the good tenants, but it’s a tragic necessity created by the destructive few.

Tell me why I can’t have a single moment of peace. If it’s not loud pounding, it’s a water leak, it’s always one disaster or the other. I've just had it all. The kitchen is literally ruined, collapsed, and soaking more as we speak. This is happening right now.

My partner informed the house owner and called emergency services after knocking again—no one opened. I think they’ve gone out for the weekend to party or whatever they do, leaving utter chaos in their wake. This isn't the first time. It's frustrating and inconvenient, and I have to live with a neighbor who is so nonchalant and careless about life and property.

The emergency crew said they’d be here within 4 hours, but within those four hours, my kitchen is becoming a hazard. I was supposed to be resting this weekend before Monday’s work, but here I am, waiting for help, unable to even enter my kitchen. It's an emergency site, a danger, all because of the lout upstairs.

I’m so annoyed, so angry, and so incredibly sad. I can’t even begin to process why people think they can just destroy property like this. It’s freaking me out. I don't know what to do except wait and see if they tell me I have to leave the house. My workweek is now hanging in the balance because of someone else’s recklessness.

I’m truly frustrated, truly tired of the smoking, the drugs, the noise—all of it. This isn't my vibe. I’m moving. I'm going to start packing and looking for a new place. It’s not worth the hustle, it’s not worth the stress. I just need a calm, peaceful space. I can't guarantee the next neighbor will be perfect, but I cannot stay here. This carelessness is too much; it feels life-threatening at this point. I just need one day to relax, and I can’t even have that in my own house because of a stupid, careless neighbor.

Now I can't cook, I can't use the kitchen. I have to order food all weekend until they can even begin to fix this. They first have to break into the neighbor's house, stop the water, and assess the damage upstairs before they can even look at my collapsed ceiling. God help me.

If you have ever experienced a careless,  destructive neighbor and gone through similar situations, please let me know how you handled it.

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