We bought our dream waterfront home—peaceful, perfect… until Tammy, our nightmare neighbor, crashed in. Days after we moved in, she announced she’d be hosting a party—in our backyard. She claimed it was “tradition,” despite our deed clearly saying otherwise.
We tried to stay civil, but when her guests started using our house like a public bathroom, we’d had enough. We built a fence. Tammy called the cops. They sided with us. Her boyfriend got arrested for getting aggressive.
But the best twist? Weeks later, her landlord called us—he wanted to sell. We bought the property… and became Tammy’s landlords. She was furious. We gave her the option to leave early with a payout.
