I need help with the upstairs tenant, a large, malicious and vindictive homosexual, and his boy friend (whom I'd probably get along with under different circumstances).
My background:
I'm an older male with PTSD from childhood trauma. I'm a recovered alcoholic with almost ten years of sobriety (meaning I haven't had even a sip of alcohol in almost ten years). I've been without a single family member for over ten years but, considering the family I had, that is a good thing. I had a few friends but we've parted ways for one reason or another. I have absolutely no one to talk to even on the phone. I've tried to "get help" many times in the past year but only met dead ends. It's been around 15 years since I had professional psychological counciling. I've taken no medication for at least ten years and won't ever take psych meds again.
So the large guy (let's call him "A" ha ha) moved into the upstairs apartment over two years ago. We got along at first. It was when he began to shirk his side of the grounds maintenance that his real personality became evident. After six weeks of excuses for not mowing the lawn (it was his turn) and me asking him when he was going to do it ("oh this Friday for sure" bla bla bla), I pulled the lawnmower in front of his washer/dryer in the basement as a not so subtle hint. He went ballistic and thus began our feud.
He began to pound on his floor (my ceiling) whenever he felt like it. He texted me so much about my playing music that I had to change my number. That infuriated him (lol). He had texted me to "turn my ######6 music off, I shouldn't have to hear it at all" which is, of course, insane. This was over two years ago. He also texted "don't fight me, you will lose." That is also insanity.
To give you some perspective of this, he pounded on the ceiling and called the cops on me while I was playing some Frank Sinatra at a very reasonable volume on a Saturday in the early afternoon. I get along with the landperson/owner mostly but their perspective is basically selfish. After "A" called the cops on me several times (I was never found to be in violation of any noise policy), the landperson ruled out calling police for "nuisance" violations because they affect the landperson's standing with law enforcement, neighbors, and city codes in general, and I have complied with that even though I think I had reason enough to call them.
Last week, I had had it. I went upstairs to their back door and pounded on it. I knew that confronting me is impossible for him because he's a coward. I have no intention of physical violence even though I could "kick his ass" six ways to Sunday but, of course, that would be the end of whatever I call life as I know it now. I do think that the only way to handle someone like him is a good ass whooping and he's very lucky he's got me to abuse and not someone with less control. In the "old days" say 50 years ago, this would have been the way to handle it but not now.
Long story short, I am usually exhausted, nervous, sleep-deprived and depressed. This was mostly my state for years but now, under current political circumstances, it is worse than ever. Sleep for me is "catch as catch can" because "A" and his roommate constantly harass me when I'm trying to sleep by banging, pounding, clicking on their floor above my bedroom in an obvious tactic to keep me awake even as a tag-team. If I go to bed at 2:30 AM, they begin their harassment tactics. I wear earplugs and mufflers but that is not enough protection.
I've tried over and over to be very reasonable and accommodating to "A" but that doesn't work. It never decreased his harassment. As with any narcissist with a "passive/aggressive" problem, it's not really a specific problem that concerns them; it's about them being "right" all the time. So I gave up trying ultra low volume, various "nice" music genres etc. Right now, playing music ALL the time between 6 AM and 11 PM is my only defense because music (especially metal and reggae) are particularly unbearable to him. At least it gets him out of the house sometimes I think. Maybe he catches up on sleep somewhere else. He constantly talks to his repulsive mother on the phone and I think he's never mentally separated from her.
That's all for now. Please don't suggest I move. It's not only impractical, it's impossible for me to move. I have no job, I owe thousands of dollars and I like my apartment a lot. I would never find another like it for what I pay. Especially now.