When I was still a kid and living at home (alright, I was in my teens) the family on one side of my parents house took issue with us. The mother would scream at us, calling my mum and I fat sluts and bitches and all sorts of things. The kids would egg the house, throw rubbish in the yard… the worst part was they’d drop dirty nappies and USED sanitary pads over the 6ft fence too… we would tentatively pick them up and throw them back. The day I got my new (to me) car I was in the yard vacuuming it out and putting on my seat covers, and they must have been watching me, because I no sooner went inside the house and I heard a funny noise, came back out and sure enough, they’d egged my car. Then it all went quiet, and we’d realised the father had left.
About 2 years ago (I’d moved out with Fiance by this stage) I ran into mum’s neighbour at the supermarket. She apologised for everything, said she’d been abused by her husband and since he’d left she realised what she’d done and wanted to make amends. She said she wanted to knock on my parents’ door and try to make amends, because life is too short and “I’m getting too old for this shit, I just want to be happy.” It took about 6 months before she approached my parents, they talked it all out – and I still find it strange, but they’re all great friends now. My parents have been taken out to dinner a few times, they always laugh and joke around, and my dad’s even helping them renovate their house! Totally crazy. I still find it weird when I’m visiting and their neighbour comes over and they all have a chat…
As for MY house… we moved into our place 4 years ago, making sure we got a house, not a flat or duplex, yay us now I’ve read all these stories… and a week after we moved in, the house two doors down got raided. I’m talking full on drug squad, the whole lot. We wondered what kind of street we moved in to! Well, they were dealers, and they must have had someone in their pocket because people would come and go at all hours, park outside OUR house and do deals, and there’d always be blaring music and yelling. They got raided at least 4 times, and nobody was ever taken away. Three months ago, they moved out, and it’s been absolute BLISS! We live at the entrance to a long, dead end street, and there was always so much traffic. Since they’ve moved out, we get maybe 30% of the traffic we used to, it’s insane. It looks like new people have started to move in so we’ll see what happens.
It’s not just them that are crap, either. The house directly across from us had a family move in just over a year ago. Every time we go out, come home, walk to the letterbox, greet visitors, turn on the outside light, basically whenever we move, there’s someone at the window. A couple of kids, but the mother’s the worst. Always staring. They watched me 4 times in one night (I work from home sometimes, so I had a client arrive, leave, and then I had to get some things from my car), so after the third time I stood in the middle of our front lawn and enthusiastically waved at them. They quickly turned out all their lights and closed the curtains.
Where my computer desk is set up, I’m right beside a window. It’s still bloody hot right now (yay Australian summer!) so I open the window and raise the blinds a little to try and get some breeze – and then they started staring at me while I was inside my own house. For ffs sake. About a month ago I was minding my own business – hell, I was probably on the Bee – and I hear this cursing and yelling. It’s the mother and her 3 young children from across the road. She could see me, and she’d locked up the house and was swearing at me as she walked down the street, flipping me the bird. I laughed.
Since then, they’ve all STFU, and they don’t stare as much as they used to. The police have been to their place a couple of times as well, and nobody works… so if they’re doing anything suss they’ve decided to stop drawing attention to themselves.
We’re moving out in July and I can imagine they’re going to stare at all our stuff as we put it all in the truck… if they do I’ll yell out and ask them if they’d like to come see the inside of the house they’ve been staring at for 18 months. F-wits.