When I moved into my first home, I thought my neighbors Peter and Sarah were the perfect welcome—until Peter’s “friendly” habits turned into constant boundary-crossing. He trimmed my bushes without asking, drove across my lawn, and eventually began parking in my driveway. At first, it was “just for a few minutes,” but soon it became a regular thing.
My patience wore thin after months of excuses.
What happened next changed everything…
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