Our Neighbor Treated Us Like Her Personal Helpers —But I Proved Patience Has Its Limits
I thought we’d found the perfect neighborhood when my husband, Daniel, and I moved into our quiet cul-de-sac. The houses were modest but well-kept, lawns neatly trimmed, and the street serene. After years in cramped city apartments—where noise, traffic, and crowded elevators made every day exhausting—a suburban home felt like a dream come true. Our…