Every week, my neighbor knocked over my trash bins and scattered garbage across my lawn. I talked to him. He denied it. I confronted him. He smirked. As a single mom barely holding it together, I didn’t have time for his games. So I stopped talking and started planning. The guy never saw it coming.
I’m 33 years old, and I’m raising two kids alone in a house that’s falling apart faster than I can fix it.My ex left three weeks after our youngest was born. No explanation. No child support. No apology.We live in the house my grandmother left me. It’s got peeling paint, a narrow driveway, and a furnace that sounds like it’s dying every time it kicks on.But it’s ours. And I’m doing everything I can to keep it that way.

Winter makes everything 10 times harder.In our town, when the snow piles up, you have to move your trash bins closer to the road so the trucks can reach them. Everyone does it.Except for my neighbor, Mike.Mike is in his early 50s, drives a black SUV that’s way too big for our street, and has this way of looking at you like you’re inconveniencing him just by existing. He’s lived next door since before I was born, and he’s never been friendly.The problems started about a month into winter.I woke up one Tuesday morning to find both my trash bins knocked over, garbage scattered across the entire front lawn. Diapers lay frozen in the snow. Food containers were littered everywhere. Coffee grounds were mixed with slush.