Rage in Transition

I can’t describe how angry I am right now. I had an offer on the house, accepted it, the people went into the estate agents with their ID and mortgage details, excited to move in as they have already sold their house and love mine and want to move in as soon as possible. Awesome, everything will be sorted soon and I can finally move on with my life.

They decided to drive by the house one evening just to see what it’s like at different times of the day, which is a sensible thing to do…and they heard the neighbours.

My beautiful, amazing neighbours who live in the block of flats over the road. The neighbours who are drug dealers and peddle their wares directly outside my house while sitting on my wall. The neighbours who spend all day every day sitting on the grass outside screaming, arguing, swearing, shouting at the children, blaring out terrible loud music. During the weekend just gone, all I heard was one woman shouting over and over again “RILEY! COME HOME! RILEY! STOP DOING THAT! RILEY! DON’T GO IN THERE! RILEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? RILEY! RILEY!! RIIIILLEEEYYY!!!!”

One special gem during one of the arguments I heard “IF YOU WANNA CALL ME A FUCKING SLAG I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT A FUCKING SLAG I AM. I’M GONNA FIND THE BIGGEST, BLACKEST MAN I CAN AND FUCK HIM ON YOUR BED. THEN YOU’LL SEE WHAT A SLAG I AM. FUCKING THIS BIG BLACK MAN ON YOUR BED.” etc. etc. etc. bearing in mind there were about 20 children all playing around them, listening to every word, and so was the entire street.

Strangely enough, the respectable couple who love my house so much and were very keen to buy it have changed their minds and pulled out.

I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS HOW FUCKING ANGRY I AM WITH THE NEIGHBOURS RIGHT NOW! They’re stopping me from selling my house, I’m stuck there, it’s probably because of them that I’ve had to reduce to price so many times.

I’ve written an email to the council and asked them to please do something about it; I don’t want to confront them myself in case I get a brick through my window or my tyres slashed. I just need to get away from this house. I’m shaking with rage and feel like crying.