Let me tell you about the time I almost lost my mind living in what was supposed to be a peaceful suburban neighborhood. My name is Julia, and for over a decade, I lived in this cozy little house with my husband Roger and our ten-year-old son, Dean. Life was pretty good, if you ignored the constant worry about Roger’s health. But everything changed when Linda moved in next door.
Linda had a golden retriever, Max, who wandered into our yard one afternoon and got a thorn in his paw. I removed the thorn and returned him to Linda, expecting gratitude. Instead, she demanded $2000 for Max’s vet bill. “He was in pain all night because of that thorn,” she claimed. I offered her $100, but she snapped, “Either you pay up, or you’ll regret it.”
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