Losing the plot
The bastards put the latch down on the lock of the front door today (this is my theory, she claimed it was a faulty latch, Uh huh, whatever) so that I couldn't get in. I knocked loudly, the woman came to the door, unlocked it and her first words were......
"The next time you come home and the latch is down, I ain't going to let you in and it WILL happen"
After a quick fire verbal scuffle, she went into her flat, slammed her door and turned her stereo up to ear bursting point.
I am ashamed to say I completely lost the plot, crying and shaking until I was sick, which is a bit of an overreaction I know. I have no idea why I broke down like that, maybe I was tired or there was too much coffee in my system after a lovely meet up with Thursday, whatever the reason, I momentarily went insane.
I've had a sleep and feel better now, not so scared, although my stomach is still twisted and I feel like I'm having palpitations. I just need to chill the hell out.
It's obvious they are planning to do this again, but that's fine, I have a key to my mums front door.
They are really making this worse for themselves, it's all being noted, but damn, it's hard to live next too 24/7.
