I heard my neighbors having sex last night. That's only the second time in 6 months. That's better for them though--they most definitely should not have another baby. The first time it happened was back in March. I only knew they were doing it cuz the bed was moving. I was excited for them. I thought, "here we go! Some action! This must be the make up sex after all the fighting". One would think it would be mind blowing since all they do is fight. I've never been more disappointed in my life. Not a sound. Except for the moving of the bed. I've had dirty thoughts that were louder than that catastrophe. I figured maybe the first time was a fluke--a bad night. Nope, round two was even worse. Why do it at all? Actually, they would probably be louder if each of them were flying solo. I may anonymously suggest it to them via their mailbox.
I can't figure out why they're together. All they do is fight---funny enough it's usually on Saturday and Sunday mornings between 7:45 and 8:30am--the only days I get to sleep in. They scream at each other and I hear everything. I hate it. I hate waking up to yelling. Once, it was so bad she threatened to leave. I wished she would. For every one's sake. They fought on Valentine's Day. I was trying to sleep through that day. Didn't work out as planned. I sometimes want to go up there and counsel them. Tell them to end it finally.
I don't understand why people stay together if they can't get along. It's not a matter of merely disagreeing on things but it usually is a lack of respect. They both yell at each other but never actually listen to what the other is saying. I never want to be in that situation. Some people are just drawn to the drama, I guess.
The cats in the alley have more sex than my whole building combined. That's sad.
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