For seven years, my neighbor Carl and I fought over a three-foot strip of land between our houses. Lawyers,
surveys, court dates—constant tension. Then one day, Carl moved the fence back without a word and smiled like
he’d just decided to be neighborly.Said he’d “had enough fighting.”I was suspicious—but grateful.
I planted flowers, set up a bench, started enjoying the space. Peace, at last.Then one rainy night,
construction trucks showed up. A crew was there to access a utility line—under my new strip of land.
Carl had moved the fence not out of kindness, but to push the easement issue onto my side so he could build a massive garage on his.What he didn’t know?
I’d seen the blueprints weeks earlier—and filed a zoning complaint.Two days later, the city shut his project down cold.Carl never tried again. And me?
I kept the land, planted lavender, and found peace—not just with the property, but with letting
go of the fight.The best revenge? A quiet garden and a perfect spot for morning coffee
