My new start turned into a nightmare when my neighbor, Mr. Johnson, brazenly built a garage on my property. With the help of determined friends and a few sledgehammers, I decided to reclaim my garden and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. My name is Cynthia. I’m 42 years old and a single mother with two children. A few months ago, we moved into a new house with a lovely garden. It was supposed to be a fresh start for us. Little did I know, trouble was waiting next door.On the first day, as we unpacked boxes, our neighbor,
Mr. Johnson, came over. He was a tall, burly man with a gruff voice. “Hello, I’m Mr. Johnson,” he said without a smile. “I’ve got plans to build a garage, and half of it will be on your land. The previous owner agreed.” I was taken aback. “I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, but I’m the new owner, and I don’t give my consent,” I replied firmly.Mr. Johnson’s face turned red. “You don’t understand. It’s already agreed upon. I have documents.” “I understand perfectly,” I said, standing my ground.
