I am truly finding it difficult to understand how you expect someone to show compassion to something that has caused so much grief
Because some people really aren't fully responsible for their own actions. There are, through no fault of their own, many mentally ill and psychologically unstable people out there that cause grief to their neighbours and no matter how much you hate
what they do, surely, a well adjusted person should be able to feel sympathy, even a little, for the reasons behind
why they do it.
Yes, there are hateful people that do things just because they can but in my experience, most of the chronic trouble makers I've heard of, seem to do it because of deep seated psychological issues and/or substance addiction. Now, this may not make it any easier to live next to them, or make you want to hug them and sing kumbya around a camp fire with them, but it should at least allow you to feel sympathy because of the
why.
My father lived next door to a maniac. A mid 30's, 4 kids by different fathers, drug and alcohol abusing, thief and party slag. She tried to make his life hell. She used to have gangs - up to 10 of them - of 20-something guys hanging around outside her house,. She was banging some of them in turn and talking crap in their ears. They, at her bidding tried to steal things from my fathers garden and vandalize it. My father being the awesome 70-something dude he was back then, just opened the door and let the dog out. This happened several times over a period; at the very least 2 guys were sent to hospital bleeding profusely with bites to their legs and another lost a finger. That was nothing to the young guy that knocked on my then 74-year old father's door, pushed him to the ground and climbed on top of him to give him a beating until the dog bit off the end of his nose. Of course, each time the police would threaten my father with action, especially when the dog was involved - all they managed over the years was to confiscate a hammer he kept by the door, "just in case". lol
Was my father a whinging, self pitying nervous wreck that ate too much to make himself feel better after years of crap like that and more besides? No, he wasn't. He used to phone me several times a week with a laugh in his voice about the latest goings on and "incidents" involving the neighbour. But he kept plugging away at the police, the council and the housing association until eventually they, after 6 years or so, got her moved. And he always,
always stated that he felt sorry for her and her kids.
If people are making your life such a hell. Move. If you lose money in the process, tough. Life is too short. If you think you are letting them "win" by moving, don't be silly; they lost a long time ago by becoming the people they are. Don't let their illness infect your life too. Move. Move. Move. Or, do as my father did, change your attitude and stop caring about what they do. You don't have to like it, but you don't have to let it eat at you and destroy your life either.
FWIW, I heard that the maniac neighbour killed herself some time afterwards and my father felt sorry for her still.