Well first things first can you even sing or do you have to sing in the bathroom
I’m Not Giving Up My Singing Just Because My Neighbor Can’t Handle It

Conflicts over noise complaints between neighbors are more common than people think. Whether it’s singing, playing music, or late-night hobbies, what seems small can uncover deeper struggles. Often, these situations reveal how personal history and emotions shape our reactions.
Letter to Bright Side readers:
<strong>Hello Bright Side,
So for context: I’ve been taking singing lessons for the past few months. It’s honestly my favorite hobby right now. I suck at a lot of things, but singing makes me feel alive. I practice at decent hours, and I don’t think I’m being obnoxious about it.
But one neighbor in my building kept complaining. Like, banging on the wall, leaving passive-aggressive notes, and one time he straight-up told me: “Don’t waste your time and my patience. Stop.” It stung, but I figured people complain, whatever, I’m not breaking any noise rules, so I kept going.
Then the other day his wife knocked on my door. She was crying. She apologized for her husband’s behavior and explained something that honestly floored me: apparently, he used to be a musician. Like, a legit good one. He had dreams of going pro but ended up quitting years ago, and he never really got over it.

Keep singing and he needs therapy
Don't EVER let anyone dull your shine, stop you from being happy or withhold what is yours
So my singing? It wasn’t just “annoying noise” to him, it was this constant reminder of the life he gave up. She told me he lashes out because he can’t face that pain, not because of the actual sound levels. And now I’m just... stuck. On one hand, I don’t want to give up the one hobby that’s been making me happy. On the other hand, I feel guilty knowing I might be unintentionally twisting the knife in someone else’s old wound.

Buy him ear plugs, don’t stop on his account. I would rather hear singing than arguments. Much success to you.
This is the problem with apartments. Everything you do is everybody else's business. Is it possible you can practice in the farthest room away from that side of the apartment?
Keep singing, you're in your own home. You dont owe anyone anything and you don't have to change your life bc they said so. Whatever issues he has are his own and his triggers are his responsibility. Tell his wife, and him, to get therapy, headphones, or both, but ultimately tell them to kick rocks and keep doing you.
And to be honest, I’m in very unusual situation.. like never heard someone experiencing something like this, kind of feels unreal.. no? Anyway, Bright Side, what would you do if you were OP? Keep singing, find a compromise, or stop altogether?
Best,
Monica.
Thank you for sharing your story with us, Monica! it takes honesty and courage to open up about something so personal. We listened and tried to gather a few pieces of advice that might help you look at things from different angles. Hopefully, you’ll find something here that brings comfort or clarity as you move forward.
- Consider the timing trick — If you know his schedule, like when he’s usually out or at work, maybe tweak your practice times. It’s not about giving in, it’s about making life easier without losing what you love.
- Turn the guilt into fuel — Instead of letting guilt eat you, flip it: let this remind you not to abandon your own dreams. His story is basically a warning. Don’t become bitter twenty years from now because you gave up the one thing that made you feel alive.
- Protect your joy — Look, you finally found something that lights you up. Singing isn’t just “noise”, it’s joy. Don’t hand that over just because one dude can’t handle his baggage. You can be compassionate and still protect what makes you happy. That balance matters.
While neighbor conflicts can be tough, they also open the door to empathy and understanding. With patience and small compromises, even noise disputes can turn into opportunities for connection and growth.
Read next — “I Refused to Walk Away From My Dream, Now Everything’s on the Line”
Comments
I sing as well, and if it were me, I'd ask if he wanted play guitar (or his instrument) to help me practice. If he sings too, you might ask for any pointers or tips he might know to help you improve. Just a thought.
It's unfortunate that the neighbor is triggered by OP's singing as it serves as a reminder of a dream deferred. Rather than lashing out at others who are trying to rehearse, maybe he should be encouraged to pick up his instrument for a good cause. For example, is there a local band or group that gets together just to play music? Or a musical organization that he could take part in, like a folk music society? Or a volunteer group where they teach music to young people? Once he gets involved in something like that, it will help him to focus less on the past and remove his bitterness.
I sympathize with her neighbor who never grew up, but he's not the only one who ever lost a dream. He should get over it, move on, find another dream instead of wallowing in self-pity.
On the other hand, I've heard screechy singing before from someone who thought they were pretty good... like nails on a chalkboard. Make certain that's not the real reason he complains.
In all fairness, she might suck. That might be more the problem than anything else. No way to know.
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