I'm a 29-year-old woman living alone — no husband, no kids, just my house and the one thing that keeps me sane: my backyard pool. Unfortunately, I also have a neighbor from hell. He's a loud, arrogant 40-year-old bachelor who treats the whole street like his personal nightclub. Every weekend, it's blasting music, drunk yelling, and zero respect. Then, work sent me out of state for two months. I thought at least I'd get peace from him. One day, a friend texted: "Is this your house?" Attached were