Linda’s retaliation was relentless. She knocked over my garbage cans, honked and flipped me off, and even tried to get Dean arrested for riding his mini bike. One day, I came home from the hospital to find my house splattered with paint and a note: “Just to make your days brighter!”
That was the breaking point. I planted Japanese Beetle traps in Linda’s garden, and the beetles decimated her flowers. Confronting me, she saw Dean crying about Roger’s condition. Linda backed off. “I’m sorry, too,” she admitted. From then on, we coexisted peacefully, realizing, “You need to look beyond your own troubles to see what others are going through.”
