Guess it had to happen eventually...

[missroserose]

11:30 PM: Take shower.
11:45 PM: Get into bed (new 540 thread count sheets yay!). Play Puzzle Quest for DS.
12:08 AM: Joined in bed by Brian. Put away DS and snuggle down for night.
12:15 AM (estimated): Fall asleep.
01:49 AM: Jolted out of sleep by thumping and muffled screams coming from upstairs.
01:50 AM: Thumping stops, screaming and yelling continues.
02:05 AM: Yelling seems to die down some. Angry voices still heard, along with heavy footsteps.
02:12 AM: Angry voices replaced with hysterical crying. Am having uncomfortable flashbacks to childhood.

So...I guess it was only a matter of time before we eventually got neighbors that woke us up fighting in the middle of the night. *sigh* I miss Jeremy & Candy, our previous upstairs neighbors. Sure, they gave off vibes of "oppressively wholesome", but at least they were quiet, and fun to talk to. We had some college-age folk move in a few months ago, and they're mostly okay (some noise from games/wrestling/whatever but it's mostly kept to a reasonable hour). In their defense, this is the first time this has happened. But sheesh. These apartments are actually fairly well insulated - they must be being awfully darn loud.

(For the record, yes, I am listening for sounds of physical violence, and am perfectly prepared to call the police if such occur. But it sounds like it's gone from the angry stage to the hysterical crying stage, and unfortunately police are unlikely to intervene in cases of merely emotional/mental abuse. Maybe we need a Crisis Relationship Counseling Squad to take care of things like this? I feel bad for them, but I lived through the whole trying-very-hard-to-sleep-while-people-are-arguing-loudly thing once already. Don't really want to repeat it.)

Comments

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

Or a Prozac aerosol distributor somewhere in the ventilation system. That'd be nifty, too.

Condolences, though. That's a wretched situation to be in, to be so privy to so much pain and yet have very little power (or potential) to help.

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

Hee. "Apartment neighbors keeping you up at night with their fighting? Try the new Prozasol®, now available without a prescription!"

Thanks. Since there's no way I can really directly intervene short of calling the apartment manager (which I will do if this continues but don't want to do on one incidence), I'm thinking that I will respond in a way that would make xkcd's Man In Hat proud. Details to follow. =)

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure you could've picked a more foreboding role model in this respect. Oh, this should be picturesque.

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

Hehehehehe.

Your icon made me lol, by the way. =)

[moonwick.livejournal.com]

Man, I absolutely hated listening to my parents fight when I was younger. I'm so glad that on the rare occasion that eliset and I have disagreements that we can deal with them in a civil manner...

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

Agreed. I'm not sure if growing up with almost no temper to speak of was a result of genetics or of all those nights curled up in bed with the covers over my head. *sigh* Which isn't to say that I never get annoyed or pissed, but it takes some pretty serious shit to get me screaming and yelling. Fortunately Brian's the nonconfrontational sort, too. ;)

[moonwick.livejournal.com]

I think you might be on to something; Elise also grew up to the sounds of her parents fighting (unfortunately they never worked out their problems and ended up getting a divorce; luckily my parents got over their issues...).

Maybe the secret to having peaceful kids is to subject them to lots of unpleasant arguing at a young age! :)

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

*laughs* My parents divorced, too, but with them it was sort of a relief. One of my favorite memories from childhood is being sat down on the couch with my brother at 15 and having my mother explain to us that even though she and our dad were separating, it didn't mean they didn't love us and blah blah blah...and the whole time we were just looking at her like, "It's about time, Mom."

You might be right, though I would argue that that needs to happen in conjunction with raising fairly assertive and self-confident kids who know how to communicate in a relationship. Most screaming-and-yelling matches I've seen seem to stem from a breakdown in said communications...

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