Too old to fight, too p'd off to care
Why fight? It never did me any good
I try to write every day, but most of the time I find it hard as my stepson blasts his music, which causes a disruption to my thinking - not that he cares.
Let it be
After 15 years of asking him to keep the volume down, I gave up fighting. Now I sit back and endure the endless migraines the noise gives me. You can only fight a battle so long, before you get to a point where you say F@@ you, you win.
Now, I bite my tongue, each time I used to mention it to him I got verbally abused, and ended up being classed as the bad guy for complaining.