For ten years now, we've been living in an apartment complex, and for about four or five of those years, we've had to deal with the worst next door neighbors we've ever had. An Asian mother and daughter who would run around the apartment, scream at each other (at times we'd only hear the daughter screaming like a psycho ***** without even putting any coherent words together), slam the door, and stomp all over the place, all the time. Sometimes even past midnight. Throughout the years I've sent countless email complains to the building management about them, and while it did accomplish having them receive some warning letters and notices, no permanent solution ever happened. Any time I'd have my hopes up about something big being accomplished, like an eviction notice or something, the management would then go back on their word and pretend nothing happened. So I'm sick of how useless they were. If it counts for anything, we live in government housing, and we don't have the money to have moved to a new building. We've even tried talking to the neighbors themselves at a couple of instances but all that happened was them lying to us about stopping, giving us a fake apology, and continuing the very same thing the next day. I even heard that they've been offered help, but they refused. They really are the most selfish, inconsiderate *****es I've ever had to put up with in the real world.

For the last year or two though, they have been better and more quiet than they have been earlier on, although it's still been far from perfect. My reactions and coping to the situation has gotten so bad over time, however, that I've become sensitive to the slightest noise and would often have earphones on with something playing on them just to make sure I don't hear anything.

A few months ago, we finally changed apartments. Not a different building, but a different apartment within the same building. The new apartment is only right across the building now, and since we don't have a hallway, only an outdoor route from door to door, we can still very much see their front door, as it is right in front of us. Even though we've been here for a few months now I still find myself getting really paranoid that I'll hear something coming from their side, and occasionally I still hear door slams and assume it's them, even though there are a number of apartments in between us. Often I even get worried about going outside, since I am worried for myself about what I'd do or say if I encounter them again. For the longest time I've been wanting to finally verbally explode at them, such as telling them to get the hell out of the house, finally, but I can never find it in me to do so. The fact that we had to put in the effort to change apartments while they are still there in the exact same spot makes me sick, and I don't think I can rest and find peace until they are finally gone, for good. I've even started becoming less patient with other Asians I encounter on the streets, often thinking badly of them in my head. It's probably not a good thing that it's come to this, but what can I do.

I've been wanting to make a thread about this for a while now, and here it is. Not sure if the PTSD category is the best choice but I'll let others decide that.