#flat life

I live in a first floor flat. I've never much been a fan of flat living but moving home it was literally the only thing I could afford (yay expensive area).

My downstairs neighbour who is usually a fairly chill guy has started complaining more in recent months. Yesterday he exploded at my boyfriend saying the kitten kept him up (he weighs less than a kilo, somehow I don't think he's that noisy), he can hear everything, he complained that the bed squeaks when I turn over in it, he complained about the fact we have pets when we aren't allowed them here - a bone of contention for me because I paid my solicitor to get that clause removed so 🖕 and then even went on to be like everyone is loud now and complained about the 3 months old baby crying across the hall from me.

Now I get it. When you're tired and annoyed you bite. But a) this is my flat. I own it 100%. My boyfriend just lives here. So if you have a problem come to me. B) it's a kitten, it's gonna be a little loud for a few weeks, but we are doing everything we can to get him to stop, and c) this has full blown triggered my anxiety. I now feel unwelcome in my own home. Every little noise we make after 9pm I am cringing at. I am crying in bed at night I'm so stressed out. And I've even been looking at moving when I really can't afford to but I just want to get out of here. I hate living in a flat. I always have. And now I just hate it even more. I hate confrontation too so I can't even go over there and be like look, talk to me and let's get this out. Because I'll cry. Cause I cry when I am stressed out.