Tricky neighbors

So the whole Bahamas thing is - difficult. Mostly because of our alcoholic neighbor, Cheri. She married an illiterate unemployed Bahamian guy who is around 15 yrs her junior. Dwayne is another alcoholic and drug user to boot. Cheri is a drama queen par excellence. She is more than a year behind in paying the monthly condo assessment fees and her mortgages are being foreclosed on. Another neighbor whom we like is in the process of buying her out. He's getting a very good deal on buying her smaller unit and found someone to buy the bigger one, too.

So Cheri and Dwayne are gonna be homeless soon. I really don't want that to happen. None of us do. But I am also tired of all the shit. They scream at each other often. It is not pleasant to be around. It's not nice to go on vacation to be awakened by drunks yelling at each other, no matter how sad their life is. We have stopped renting out our apartment to not inconvenience our guests. So now not only is the condo association in financial doo-doo, we are losing money personally because of her.

Sorry, Cheri. But we all told you not to marry him. Try stopping drinking, move back to the US to live near your daughter and her kids, why don't cha?

Dwayne can't get a job or he doesn't want to. She can't hold down a job, even though she wants to. But this is untenable and I can't wait for her to be out of there.