After years of hard work, my husband Nate and I finally bought our dream home — ocean views, palm trees, and peace. Or so we thought. Three days in, our neighbor Tammy knocked to “inform” us she’d be using our backyard for a barbecue. Apparently, it had been a shared space under the old owner. But we owned it now — backyard, dock, and all. When we politely declined, she ignored us. Days later, a giant bounce house was set up for her daughter’s birthday — on our lawn. She told us to stay inside,

claiming it was “family-only.” We tried to be patient, but when one of her drunk guests tried using our bathroom, it was the last straw. So we built a tall privacy fence and revamped our yard — firepit, outdoor kitchen,