It was five years ago. At the time, my husband and I already had two children, and the whole family was crammed into a tiny one-bedroom. Understandably, there was an urgent need for expansion in our family. But at that point things did not go beyond talk.
However, after we found out that we are about to have our third kid, we wanted or not had to face up to the question of expanding our living space. The only available option for us to have a bigger apartment was selling one and adding parent capital, then we could buy a three-room apartment at least on the outskirts of the city.
That is exactly what we did. After the sale of one flat we bought such a desirable three in an old house. The apartment we bought was perfectly renovated, so all we had to do was to put the furniture there.
We lived happily, but our happiness was overshadowed by the fact that the neighbors on the upper floors united against us in a coalition and wanted to show us that they were in charge of the house.
We were constantly being harassed with all kinds of claims and grievances.
– Why did you open the door in the entryway for so long.
– We were bringing things in, so it’s understandable that we had to keep it open for a while.
– Why are you putting your car under my windows.
– I put my car under my windows, since I live on the first floor, and your windows are already above me, I can’t do anything about it.
Another complaint just threw me out of equilibrium.
– When your kids come home from kindergarten, they run around like crazy. They disturb me! You put them on cartoons when they come home from kindergarten.
– How can our children bother you if you live above us?
The last straw in the cup of my patience was the fact that the neighbors decided to have a showdown with my pregnant wife, who will give birth in a month.
They came in the afternoon when my wife was alone and I was not home. The ladies started yelling and complaining.
– Why did you come here, so businesslike.
– What’s the real question?
– Your spouse, when he went out to smoke, he let a stranger into the entryway. This man went door-to-door and offered to buy the keys to the intercom.
– My spouse doesn’t smoke… (I really don’t and have never smoked). And also such a nuance: if the man sells the keys to the intercom, he could open the door in the entryway himself.
When I came home and found out what had happened, I went to the neighbors and explained to them in a rather rude manner that they shouldn’t do that anymore…
After that incident, we started living in harmony with our neighbors, even though they stopped saying hello to us after that.
