So hard to do this neighbor stuff. It's not me. It's easier to be angry and treat her like [censored] because she's hurt me but I know that solves nothing. And I can't be friends or nice because that's my boundary. So it's just distance and awkwardness. I don't know how I lived like this for so long.
I hear you, buddy. Ditto, ditto, and ditto.
You seem to be very at peace with your decision to move out. You have a plan in place, too. While no one would envy our sitch, you should take pride in the fact that you are in control of the things you can control and are not sweating the things you can't. That is a (relatively) admirable position to be in. One from which I hope to draw inspiration. I wish you a lot of luck, friend.
