After years of saving and dreaming, my husband Nate and I finally bought our perfect waterfront home. The peaceful backyard with stunning views was exactly what we wanted – until we met Tammy, the neighbor from hell.
She greeted us with an alarming claim: our backyard was “shared property.” When we showed her the deed proving it was ours, she brushed it off with, “That’s not how it’s always been.” We laughed it off, thinking she was just eccentric. We were wrong.
Three days later, we woke up to a full-blown party on our lawn – tables, speakers, balloons, the works. Tammy had thrown a birthday bash without asking. When we confronted her, she shooed us away like we were intruders. “It’s family only,” she said with a smirk. Our patience snapped when drunk guests started banging on our door demanding to use our bathroom because “Tammy said we could.”
The next morning, we called a contractor. Within weeks, a beautiful six-foot privacy fence went up, along with our dream outdoor kitchen and firepit area. Tammy exploded. She screamed, called the cops, and even sent her boyfriend Randy to intimidate us. That backfired spectacularly when he ended up handcuffed on our driveway for trespassing.
What followed were months of petty revenge – loud music at night, trash thrown over the fence. We stayed calm, knowing we’d never have peace until she was gone. Then fate intervened when her rental went up for sale.
I bought the property immediately. Delivering the news that I was now her landlord was sweeter than I imagined. After some initial protests, Tammy and her embarrassed mother packed up and left weeks early.
Now, as we enjoy our peaceful backyard at sunset, we’re deciding who to rent to next. One thing’s certain – we’ll be checking references carefully this time.
