I refuse to be a pushover.

If someone is doing something that bothers me, I am going to talk to them/do something about it. I’ve always been this way in my personal and professional life, but more so recently, as my roles and responsibilities have changed, and unfortunately, as I’ve become more impatient and intolerant.

If that means I’m a bitch from time to time to time, I’m sorry.

I really am. But I’d be more upset if I didn’t say something.

We are still frustrated with our neighbors. They still play their music too loud. They still park their cars all over the place (in front of my driveway!). A few weeks ago, I was standing outside with my mother when my neighbor started screaming at her kid and shoving him around (in their garage). I feel bad for their kids.

Last night I went over to talk to them because their music was too loud. I just don’t want to hear it through our living room wall! They were nice, and turned it down for awhile. But a few hours later (10:00), they started screaming bloody murder at each other. We thought they were trying to kill each other. I didn’t really want to go knock on their door and say “Could you two not be so loud while you are trying to kill each other?” so we called the police.

They had quieted down by the time the police came, but as soon as they left, they took their little screaming match outside, and continued it until about 1:00 a.m. They were yelling “F**k those f**king faggots” over and over and “I can do whatever I want outside!!!”… so we opened our window to tell them to STFU and… that didn’t really help.

So really. What are we supposed to do? I don’t give a crap what they do in their house until it disturbs the general peace of our neighborhood, WHICH IT IS. Why aren’t our other neighbors disturbed by their screaming matches?

What would you do? I am not just going to ignore this. It wakes me up. And honestly, it frightens me.