I seriously need to get out of this damn apartment. The upstairs neighbor, who seems to be disturbed in some way or another was apparently threatening to harm herself. So I woke up to the girl's roommate (I thought the girl lived with her fiance, but I guess he moved out) telling some guy to break down the door. Almost this exact same thing happened about a week after the girl and the then-fiance moved in - it took three maintenance guys to bust down the door.
So I stick my head out on the balcony and the roommate is downstairs in her car locked out, screaming that the girl upstairs is threatening suicide. I ask if they call the cops, and the roommate says "no, she'd be upset." Okay, so apparently, they'd rather have her dead than upset. So I called, the cops came, and apparently it was just an attention thing because they all left. I'm sure they'll be peeved at me for calling, but I don't play with that crap. My best friend succeeded in his threat (that none of us unfortunately recognized at the ripe age of 17) years ago, so I don't take chances with these things.
Ugh, crappy way to start the day. Hope you all are having better mornings than I am.
Infertile, living childfree, advocating like a BOSS