At this point I feel sorry for you.

Ran into her (the Neighbor from Hell!) tonight while we were out on a family walk.

The glares… honestly, they’re almost funny at this point. Full-on, dramatic, disapproving stares—as if we’re the problem in all of this. I had to hold back from laughing.

It’s wild to me how someone can go out of their way to report every little thing to the city, spread things that aren’t true about my child, and still carry themselves like they’re completely in the right.

Anthony and I just look at each other half the time like, is this real life?

Because the truth is, we know exactly who we are. We know how we live. And we also know things—things about their family, especially their son—that would completely change the narrative if they were ever out in the open. Situations involving sex, money, and choices that crossed serious lines, including things my minor child should have never been around.

But we don’t say anything.

Not because we couldn’t—

We just don’t care to live like that.

Anthony even caught her taking photos of our trees on Sunday. The funny part? We were already planning to take them down—just waiting for schedules to calm down. She reported it like she was doing something… but really, she just sped the process up for us.

Meanwhile, when her front yard trees fell and blocked the street, Anthony was out there helping clear them without a second thought.

But sure… we’re the problem.

I don’t even feel angry about it anymore. It’s more just… amusing. The effort, the energy, the attitude—it’s all so over the top.

I’ve thought about saying something, putting the truth out there—especially considering what my child was exposed to—but it’s just not worth it. He’s young, he has a child now, and I’m not interested in blowing up someone’s life.

I’d rather just live mine.

So I’ll keep walking, keep smiling, and let her glare all she wants.

At this point, it says a lot more about her than it ever will about me.