I lived peacefully in my neighborhood, making verbal agreements with my neighbors when changes were needed. But I never expected things to spiral when new neighbors moved in. They left me dealing with a fiery woman who got a swift lesson from karma!
Living in my cozy house on Maple Street always felt like a haven. My backyard was my retreat, a place to unwind after a long day. Soon after settling in, I decided to build a fence along the back for some much-needed privacy.To save on the cost of a surveyor, I discussed it with my neighbors at the time, Grant and Candice. They were warm and laid-back, and we agreed on a spot for the fence. It wasn’t exactly on the property line, but it was close enough for everyone.
We shook hands, and I got to work. That fence was my pride and joy. I covered all the materials and spent weekends building it. Grant and Candice were thrilled since they didn’t have to pitch in a dime.
It was a win-win. But about a year ago, my kind neighbors sold their house. Enter Patrice, a flashy new neighbor from the city. Before they left, Grant mentioned that Patrice was a realtor who’d flipped eight houses in twelve years!
