The RESIDENT became EXTREMELY upset after we CONSTRUCTED a barrier on our land

is very ocd about her grass. She will pick up leaves as they fall down from the tree and pick up leaves off her grass even if it rained anyway. She has a front fence that she didn't run all down her property line. She stopped it at the front so her whole right side of her home is exposed. Next two hours, then picked up the fence when her back yard begins. We had more than a few times where strangers would enter the side of our house and actually try and enter our home, so my husband decided

to put up a front fence. At the time, my neighbor was redoing her backyard fence and she knew my husband also wanted to do his backyard fence, so she recommend her guy. As she followed up to see if my husband called the guy to get the work. My husband told her that he did, and that he also asked the guy for a quote for the front as well. She immediately lost it. Since then, she has been acting so crazy. It started with her calling the alderman and

she wrongfully accused us of taking her land. The alderman came and spoke with us and sided with me and my husband. The problem is that she wants to use our front walkway that's on the side of our house to access her right side of her property, the side that she didn't fence, so she fenced herself out and has always just went on our property to access her side. She's mad cause with our fence, she can't just walk in and go to her side of her house anymore.

We told her we would give her a key, and she said no. Since she accused us of stealing her land, we didn't feel comfortable about allowing her to come and go off our property any more, but she didn't care. She called a handyman to install a security camera and he worked on our side of the property and she didn't ask. I ask the guide to please inform her for any future work she will need to ask us

for permission before she enters our property. The security camera was to watch us because she was so paranoid we would build a fence. This Saturday, we had the company begin work and she totally lost it. She harassed the workers, telling them to stop work, and she was accusing us of stealing land. She threatened to report them to the city and to call the inspector on us. My husband had to stay outside with guys as they worked, and when he went in, she would come back out and

harass them. Then she called the police for police cars came. I don't know what she told them, but it was not the truth because the cops sided with us and told her to stay inside and not bother us. Then Sunday she paces looking at our fence posts, staring. She looked at our fence posts like ten times on Sunday, and then she was pacing our back yard and we have her on camera just staring and pacing and starting

in so creepy. Then Monday, she is walking and starting again and she stops on our neighbors and starts complaining to him about our fence right in front of our house. She continues pacing and staring through the day. Then later that Monday, a guy comes and she walks him to our house and he starts looking at our posts. My husband came out this time and asked the guy who this was and why he was interested in looking at

our property. He told us that he is a realtor and a good friend of hers, and he came because she called him, telling him that we stole her property from her and accused us of putting posts on her property, which was all lies. We immediately showed him our proof and he agreed with us and tried to mediate with her, explaining that we are legally able to build and that she can extend her fence so she is not blocked out. She just said no, no, and didn't want to do that,

so my husband just left. We made sure everything was recorded. Then to day she came outside and stared at our property again, just pacing. She did the same in the back yard, Then she went to the front and started flagging down neighbors who she never talks to, and starts to complain about our fence, calling us bad people and that we are stealing her land. She is acting so malicious. What do I do? It's crazy? Edit, So I called the police to see what she accused us of. On Saturday.

They said that she alleged we were encroaching on her property and blocking her egress. The claim was noted as false by the police. Update March twentieth, twenty twenty five. It snowed and the neighbor came out with her hair curlers and her hair and her pajamas and slippers, no jacket, So she was in some hurry and went to the front of our house to stare while she was on the phone. Not sure what information she needed from staring at our posts. Maybe she needed our address. Looks like

she's trying to call some one else on us. She is straight loosing it as she knows. The fence will be completed as soon as weather is better. Additional info Boop clarifies the drawing of the fences. Boop, Sorry, yes, the drawing isn't the greatest, but to help explain, she has a six feet iron fence in the front of her property. It goes all the way down the left

side of her house, but on the right side. She stopped the fence at the beginning of her house and curved it in so it leaves the right side of her house not fenced all the way until the end of her house. She then continues the fence and curves it in when her garage begins. She is upset because with our front fence she can't go on our property to get to her side. Every day she is out staring and calling people to her house to look at it and complain. Update one April tenth, twenty twenty five.

Our fence has been up for a week and a half. The neighbor surprisingly did not bother the workers when they put the panels up. I was so surprised, So that's why I didn't really do an update, because I was like, Okay, this is over. Finally she must have come to her senses. Yeah, I was wrong. On Tuesday, I was coming home from picking up my child from school and some man ran out his car and shouted if I was the owner

of the home. I asked who he was, and he stated he was from the city building in code enforcement, while also briefly flashing his ID at me. I then proceeded to tell him that I am the owner and why was he here. He stated that he received a complaint about a building violation and that our fence is too tall, and we must cut it down from six feet to five feet. Keep in mind my neighbor's fence

is taller than ours. B t W. I told the inspector that three licensed contractors that we contacted all informed us we didn't need a permit, but that if they were wrong, we would gladly comply, of course, and or apply for the needed permit. He stated that there is no possible way the city would approve it, and I told him we will work with the city and find a solution. We don't want to cut corners and want

to do it right. My husband then comes out and gets informed on what's going on, and then my husband asks the inspector for his email or business card so we can follow up and work together to fix it. The guy refused to give us any card or email to follow up with him. He told my husband all the information is on the city website. Why do you

need my information for? He was very rude. I know how to talk with people, so I told him, look, I get you come across a lot of people who argue back and give you a hard time, so you're on guard. But I assure you we don't want to argue, and we want to fix this issue. He then calmed down and told us he has kids too, and he understand why we need a fence, et cetera. He then told us he would give us forty eight hours to

get a permit, and then he left. Once I got home, I reviewed the camera footage, and the inspector entered our property and did not ring the doorbell to try and speak with us. He just trespased and was walking around looking at our property. He didn't measure anything, nothing, So I began to get suspicious. I then remembered when my neighbor threatened us and the workers, saying she had an inspector friend and she was going to report us. On top of that, why didn't the inspector want to give

me any information to follow up? So weird? Then he tells me to get a permit in forty eight hours. He didn't even tell me which one. And if he said the city would not approve it, why didn't he tell me to apply in forty eight hours? Things just seemed off I'd so then I went to do my research. I contacted my alderman's office and asked for assistance in applying for a permit. I wanted to make sure we did the right steps after we apply for our permit.

I asked the representative if they could look up the complaint for me because the interaction with the inspector seemed suspicious. She agreed and looks up the report. There was a report made seventeen days ago by our neighbor before our fence panels were up, that our fence was not on our property line. The report said nothing about fence height. She also told me there was no inspector assigned to the case and that it was still open pending investigation.

So that's weird. I'd maybe he was legit and didn't update the case, but it's all not adding up. So the alderman agrees this is weird and states that they are going to get some one from downtown involved to speak with my neighbor because she is harassing us and it's just too much. The report she made was false, Our fence posts are on our property lines. We have our plat survey that proves all of this, in addition to all the other things listed in my other Reddit

posts that she has done. So to day, I'm just minding my own business like I usually do, and I get a notification on my camera. I see some one sticking their hand through my fence, pointing at my back, and moving down my fence repeatedly doing the same thing. So I go outside and calmly ask the women, do you have any questions about my fence that I can help you with. I see that you're sticking your hand through and pointing. She tells me, I'm your neighbor down

the block. I was just speaking with your next door neighbor and she has a problem with your fence. I let her know that the neighbor's claims are bogus, and that we now have a permit for the height of our fence, and I have a survey of our property proving we are on our property line. I told her that the neighbor is crazy and if she has any concerns to please speak with me. As I turn, I

see my neighbor in her bushes by her door. She was outside the whole time and stopped the neighbor as she was walking her dog to complain about our fence and spread false claims again. Then the neighbor leaves and immediately stands and stares at our house, looking at the permit displayed on our front door. This is getting crazy and I really didn't want to do tit for tat, but I reported her illegal basement apartment, which is not a false allegation because her zoning does not allow for

a basement apartment. She also does not have two entrances. I really didn't want to do it, but she is really pushing me to become a person I don't want to be. I want this all to be over already praying she can finally understand reality soon. I will update if anything else happens. Additional information from O O P, who has received the translation of the audio file. O O P. I got the translation here. It is if

you're interested. Women is my crazy neighbor. Man is her realtor friend She called over to look at my house and complain. It looks like he was trying to actually help us, and she was getting mad at him. He was mostly trying to mediate with her, allowing us to close the back fence that has always been closed for

over twenty years. But now that she is mad, she is not allowing us to close it because she owns a couple inches of property next to her garage that is unfenced and open to our properties, So in order to close it off from the alley, we need to close it on her few inches of property, or else someone can slip through. Disily, she is just using that as leverage. Doesn't matter to us. We can just fence it straight down our property if we have to, and she will have awkward fenced in boxes on the side

of her house and she can't get in. Makes no sense. She is just using that as leverage because it's all she has. That's the back story on the back l ol. And below in the transcript, Woman, it's mine. Man, yeah, but you use this M. The rats were running in front of the garage. W. He should catch those rats. EM okay today W curses. I'm sorry the rats were running. M. Does it bother you? Why? W? Yes, it bothers me. And he will destroy it because he is so mean

and it will M. But he asked you and you agreed. W. No, nobody talked to me about it. They just put up the fence English part. W cries Jesus on no, no, M. And now what's bothering you that it'll be open or that it'll be closed? W? What that? M? So if he closes it and puts something it'll be safer for you and for M. W. But but it's mine. M. Why does that bother you? W It bothers me because I'll have the entrance there M where W from that side? M?

But from that side you block the entrance yourself. W. I'm going home because it's too cold. Are we going? M? Wait a second, W No, No, I don't want to talk to him. I'll talk to some one else. I'm going to go to the city hall. M. What do you want them to do? Two? Put here? W. I'll just sort this out. I'm not giving up M. To be honest, I'll tell you I live in a building far from the down town and I've done something to my neighbors too. They have something near their house. W.

But why are you talking to them? You came to see me. M. You know what. I think you could stand your ground. But it doesn't make sense because he W. Yeah, I'll stand my ground and he will do the same. You know what, Nobody asks me for my permission and do what they want. M. He said that he asked for permission. W. You know what I'm saying. M. But why do you need the entrance to the garage from this side? W. They did everything. Nobody asked me. It's mine M. But you should look and see what you

did to the neighbors. Something with the entrance. W. This have been like this since the beginning, do you remember, M. But today someone could come to you and tell you to take down something. W. Then I'll take it down. M. That would satisfy you. W. You know what. I'm going home. M. If I were you, I would let him to do that thing. W And I won't M. But it'll be safer and he will put a fence here W and no M, so you will have W. No nobody asked me,

and I won't allow it. So I'm going home. I'm cold. M. I'll go with you soon. W. You shouldn't be the one sorting this out. English Part update two April twenty ninth, twenty five. I know it's been a few weeks since my last update. A few of my neighbors actually found my post. So to protect the privacy and security of myself and my neighbor, I removed my old posts because there was pictures and videos that I didn't want getting

shared to neighborhood platforms. I mainly made my post to vent and get feedback and didn't intend on it getting so popular. It made it around the world and back to my block. Lol, But I do appreciate the support and advice from everyone on to the update. So a lot has happened in the past two weeks. To start, the workers came back to paint our fence and weld some mesh on the fence. Our neighbor freaked out and thought the workers welded our fence to her post. She

called our mediator representative from the Alderman's office. She came out to check and immediately saw that we did not connect her fence post to ours. Then our neighbor got mad and started demanding for us to personally show her our fence plans and permits. We had our permit on our door. She got more mad and used a racial slur to towards me and my family. And keep in mind she said the racial slur about us to the representative of the Alderman's office, so it has been documented.

That same day an officer from the city department from Building and Code Enforcement showed up to our house. Again. It was a different guy this time. He told us that there was a report made alleging we were building a whole new garage without a permit. We haven't changed our garage at all. It's the same as when we bought our home, and it's clear to anyone it was not just built. The building inspector immediately closed the case. At this point, our neighbor is being malicious and is

making false reports to harass us. What really worries me is that if we ever want to sell our home, these reports stay on record, even though they are false and dismissed. After this, we did a FOYA Freedom of Information Act for any three hundred eleven reports for our address. She made three reports to the City do B Department of Buildings, all made in March and all made before

our fence panels were even put up. She alleged we built a new garage, that our fence posts was not on our property line, and that we had installed a side fence without building permit, all false allegations. Keep in mind we adjust the posts up March eighteenth, and our panels didn't get put until April fifth. We also didn't build the side fence she is talking about yet, so she did a complaint in advance. Assuming we have no permit,

can't even make this stuff up. It's insane. Then she made a false allegation to a police officer and told them my husband was yelling and screaming at her and throwing his hands up, intimidating her during a time she was talking to her neighbors. Then the said neighbor walks to her car at the same moment her and the cop are talking in. My neighbor points telling the cop to go ask the women our neighbor from across the street.

The cop goes over and talks to her, and the woman tells the cop my husband didn't do what was alleged. Then the cop goes back over and tells my neighbor that the witness to the alleged incident says nothing like that happened. I also had the video and audio recording of that conversation. My husband went outside because she involved three neighbors at this point, calling them over talking about our fence and us. He went outside to talk to

the other people and not her. Even his body language in the video was not aggressive and he was not talking to her directly at all. After he told the neighbors what is happening our side, he left and let them continue talking yet she wants to actually lie and try and put him in jail. So glad I have every interaction recorded. Same day, she gets very erratic and upset that things didn't go her way. That she comes outside while I'm outside and starts singing humming like an

opera singer. She has never did this before, and it was just weird. I ignore her as I always do and just let her be. Then she decides to go inside and get her purse to pretend like she is going somewhere, and goes across the street, intentionally avoiding crossing in front of the neighbor who told the truth to the cops. They were outside on their porch. I assume she is now upset with them because they told the truth. Then she goes and talks to their next door neighbor,

who was just watering her grass. She proceeds to talk about our fence and us to them. I saw it all plain as day because I was outside. I let it go because I want to avoid her as I always do, but it was so annoying. Then she leaves, and literally five minutes later she comes back in her house. She just went around the block and pretended to leave to just talk to another neighbor about us and just slander us and paint us as bad people. I honestly

cannot understand this behavior. Then same day she calls some one over to come look at our back yard. I literally can't catch a break with her. We aren't doing anything wrong. Our fence is permitted by the city. She is just mad that she can't walk down our property as she did for twenty eight years to reach the side of her house that she fenced herself out from. And she can fix, but she refuses and instead blames us. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the

second one. I hope you enjoy this story. What was the most heart trending experience your parents put you through. My parents weren't particularly keen on having children. I was their sole offspring and essentially a surprise conception. As far as I know, relatives have told me. My childhood was initially good, but after I started growing out of the cute and adorable phase, my parents were less inclined to spend time with me. They both worked and had their

own business that they started together. That business was their life, and I always came second to it. Any Other close family members lived states away, and I barely knew anything about them until I was an adult, so I had no other family around my entire childhood. I was practically raised by t V and my school teachers. My own birthdays by the time I became a teenager, were often spent without my parents, as they just give me some money and tell me to go out and buy whatever

I wanted. It was more or less the same with Christmas and sometimes even back to school shopping. After after I turned ten, my parents no longer wanted to buy a tree at all. I had to convince my parents to buy a fake one that I could build up and then take a part later every year. When I turned sixteen, I asked my parents if I could work part time for them at their business. They rejected me immediately and told me they didn't have any open spots. They may as well have just come right out and

said they didn't want me there. After I turned eighteen, my parents told me that since I was an adult, they expected me to move out as soon as I was able. I was working part time because I was still in high school and I didn't have anywhere near enough save for college. Not long after high school ended, my parents told me to pack up and move out. They got an official eviction notice that gave me thirty

days and everything. They didn't even help me move. I had to get help from a friend's dad who owns a truck. I ended up renting a cramp apartment and working retail. I had no real life experience and no time for college. After just a few few months, I got fired because my manager legitimately head it out for me and wrote me up for the stupidest things. I ended up going broke pretty fast because I was terrible at managing my own money and couldn't find steady employment.

So I lost my apartment. I went back to my parents begging for help, but they refused to take me in, not even for a little while to get back on my feet. I ended up homeless and living out of a tent in someone's back yard during the winter. My friends had all moved on to college, some in other states, and I was just a broke kid taking whatever work I could to stay alive. My salvation came when one of the neighbors of my parents found out I was living out of a tent and offered to take me

in for a little while. So I wouldn't freeze. She helped me badger my parents into telling me how to get in touch with the other members of my estranged family. My parents did not want to tell us at all. My guess is it was out of fear of being judged for throwing their son out the way they did. Eventually, they coughed up the info and gave me a list of contact details. Then they told me not to bother them ever again. Thankfully, I was able to call my

grandparents from my father's side of the family. They were very surprised and happy to hear from me because they hadn't seen me since I was an infant. After learning about my situation, my grandparents flew me over to live with them as soon as they could. They basically adopted me. My parents didn't even see me off at the airport, despite being invited to. I had zero contact with them

for pretty much a decade. My grandparents said they despised my parents for treating me so poorly, and legally disowned them by striking them from their wills. I'm told my parents were not happy to hear that. However, I figured it didn't really matter because they were plenty well off and didn't need anything from my grandparents. How wrong that

statement turned out to be. After about a year of living with my grandparents, I was able to afford community college, I got an associate's degree, got a decent job, and eventually my grandparents offered to sell me their house so they could retire to Arizona. My grandma wanted to live in a warmer climate, as the cold winter was getting harder and harder on her health every year. I was sad to see them go, but I happily bought the house.

They sold it to me for one third of its value, and I'll have it paid off in a few more years. My position at the time forced me to go away on the road periodically. As a result, I can end up away from home for weeks at a time. One day in late twenty twenty, I came home after being away for over two weeks. Upon arrival, I found a large white vin I did not recognize in my driveway. I was getting ready to call the police when I noticed the van had the logo from my parents business

on the side of it. All I felt was dread. My parents had broken in somehow and were living out of my home. On top of that, they had the nerve to greet me like we were buddy buddy. The moment I walked in, I told them to get the hell out, but they refused because it was grandma and Grandpa's house. I said it wasn't their house any more,

since they'd sold it to me when they retired. I told them they'd have known that if they were in any way involved in my life, but they threw me to the wolves ten years prior, with no life experience. We argued, and they refused to leave. My father told me it was his parents house first, and that meant he and my mother had the right to live there if they wanted. I walked right into my bedroom, locked the door, and called the police. When the cops showed up,

they were of no help. My parents claimed to them that they had already been there long enough to have residency, which was a complete lie. Unfortunately, I had no cameras to prove they weren't there a month. My neighbors had no cameras either. As a result, it was my word against my parents over how long they'd really been there, and they were claiming squatters rights. They told the police they had a verbal rental agreement with me, and that I was trying to illegally evict them for no reason.

My mother even put on the water works when saying that the police told me it was a family dispute and to file eviction with the courts to get them out. Since this was in twenty twenty, getting to court for anything took longer because of the pandemic. Meanwhile, my parents were squatting in my house rent free and rubbing it in my face from the information I got out of them. Their business went bankrupt and they sold off almost everything

they had to pay their debts. All they had left was the van and a few personal belongings, so they expected to live in my house rent free for the foreseeable future. They were working too. Both of them soon got new jobs, my father as a delivery driver, my mother as a sales associate. They were making money and the only things they contributed to were electricity and water utilities. They basically just handed me a one hundred dollar bill every month and said I should be grateful they were

paying me anything. Any Time I tried to discuss proper rent with them, they just said I owed it to them to live rent free because I took eighteen years of their lives. They then told me to be thankful that they weren't demanding the money back for that time. When I argued back, they threatened to stop helping with the utilities altogether. I was so at my wits end that I ended up calling my grandparents to explain the

situation to them. They were very unhappy and spoke with my parents, but they still said they had the right to stay in my home. They refused to budge. My grandpa told me he was sorry it had come to this, and that if they hadn't sold me the house, my parents wouldn't have invaded. I told him not to worry. I'd already filed for a legal eviction and would get it soon enough. I told him my parents already knew that they were on borrowed time. I made sure to

say that an earshot of them too. They responded with the silent treatment. My father was away most of the time, driving a delivery vehicle six days a week, which was a job really not to his liking. My mother basically tried to take over my house in her spare time. She demanded I let her rearrange my living room. At one point. She even tried to force me to give her and my father the master bedroom. She argued that

they were my parents and they deserved better. I vetoed both of those things and said they don't deserve better, and to stop trying to act like I owe them anything. I didn't ask to be born, and it's a normal obligation for parents to raise their own children. I told her I knew they were trying to assert dominance to try and keep me from kicking them out. I let

her know her time was coming soon enough. Finally, after four months and now into early twenty twenty one, I managed to take my parents to court over their squatting. We only needed to go to court because they fought the eviction and tried to gaslight me into rescinding it. They tried to use the fact that it was formerly my grandparents house and attempted to use the one hundred

dollar monthly payments as some sort of leverage. However, there was no real rental agreement, and they were smart enough not to forge one, as that would have been fraud. In the end, the judge ordered that they needed to be out in a maximum of thirty days because they have zero claim on my house. After court, they confronted me and said they were disappointed in me for kicking out my own flesh and blood. I couldn't help but laugh.

I called them hypocrites because that's exactly what they did to me, without a care in the world for my well being. They had no love for me, so I have no love for them. I owed them nothing. They just tried to act like everything that was mine was theirs. But they had no right to call themselves my parents because they've never really acted like it. I called them a pair of snobby, lying and now broke narcissists to their faces, then told them to get their affairs in order.

They knew I wouldn't hesitate to call the police if they didn't leave my house. When the thirty days were over, my father looked and raged, but my mother stopped him from saying or doing anything by grabbing his shoulder and shaking her head. He sneered at me and walked away. I just laughed in his face. They event left, but not without a lot of difficulty. That final month was spent with them either guilting me to try and make

me change my mind, or completely ignoring me. I put up a calendar in the living room and checked off each day before they had to leave with a red marker. The exact day they were to be out was marked with a big red circle. I still remember that final day was March second. My parents waited until the exact day they had to leave my home for good before

they finally left. What's even funnier is that they had been so convinced they could make me let them stay that they didn't bother to look for an apartment until after the courty viction went through. My mother spent weeks scrambling to find an apartment. They had to get a tiny and cramped studio apartment in the next city over because it was the only thing they could find on such short notice. It was a lot like what I

had to do when I was eighteen, quite ironic. I drove my mother over to see at once, and the apartment was terrible. The walls were baby barf green, and the carpet looked like it was twenty years old. The only window just had a view of a brick wall outside, and there was no dish washer. The stove was the smallest one I'd ever seen. The toilet looked like it needed to be replaced, and the walls also did little

to stop noise from neighbors. There were already two people loudly fighting in the adjacent apartment while we were there. My mother went out of her way to give me sad eyes. The whole time. She tried dropping hints that I should be feeling guilty for reducing them to live in such a place. I just acted oblivious to it all until she finally stopped. They signed the lease right away and moved what little stuff they had into the

apartment over the weekend. They also ended up demanding the queen size bed dresser and flat screen TV from my guest room. I told them to just take the damn things because I no longer wanted them in the house after they spent five months sleeping in that room. They looked at me like I was treating them as though they were diseased, and demanded nothing more. The moment they had to leave for good, I started changing the on

all exterior doors. All their stuff was at the apartment, and they'd spent their last night in my guest room. When the move was finally over, they watched me start ripping the old lock off the front door. As they were getting into the van. They said nothing. I said nothing. They just sat and watched me for a while until I had the new door knob on. Then they finally left. I breathed a massive sigh of relief the second that

van went down the road. I figured karma had finally come for them and they could live under a rock for all I cared. But nope. My grandparents heard from them recently. They'd called them to brag about having a new business similar to their old one in the same state I'm living in now. Unfortunately, they are basically on track to being right back to where they used to be in life prior to the pandemic. I've already googled their new business and it seems like it's doing well.

They have many positive reviews and everything. I'm pretty freaking resentful, truth be told. They put me through being homeless, squatted pretty much for free at my house for months, then went right back to being the snobby, wine drinking business people they used to be. If karma is real, it's taking too damn long.