We got new neighbors last October and it was awkward from the get go. After they bought the house, they had work done before moving in and we never really got a chance to meet them. My hubby went over one day while they were outside thinking he would introduce himself but only got a chance to meet the man’s father-in-law who happened to be annihilated at the moment.
Not long after moving in, it was Halloween. We always walk in a pretty big group with our neighbors across the street, some of their friends, and then part of my hubby’s family and their kids. Unbeknownst to us, our new neighbors were walking right behind us, but we didn’t know that at the time and didn’t introduced. Then later realized and it was awkward.
Winter came, the outside world slept.
Spring came, birds started singing again and people started to emerge from their homes.
I was walking one day and the man was outside gathering trash cans, so I introduced myself and met him and his son (who is like 3). He seemed nice.
Time went on. The grass grew. Lawnmower season came.
The neighbor man began to mow onto our yard past the lot line. Hubby went over to talk to him about where the line is and also about taking down a dead tree in their backyard. The tree is hideous and has been dead for years. Last year a big branch of it fell onto our property and caused some damage. A majority of the tree is still standing and if it comes down into our yard it would fall on our pool or trampoline.
The. Grown. Man. Went. Full. Out. Lunatic.
Cussed at my hubby, declared that really he is not an asshole then he walked in circles cussing some more, then told him he would have the tree taken down when he shit out $800, then proceeded to cuss some more.
We haven’t really spoken to either of them (man and woman) since, and this was back in probably April. Super awkward, right?
Hubby and I are not seeing this situation the same. He would like nothing more than for this neighbor to fall into a big hole and disappear forever. While I hate how this guy acted and really lost any respect I ever had for him, and I will admit that I would be ecstatic if I saw a for sale sign go up at their house, I don’t want to wish anyone ill will.
I feel bad for hubby for having to go through the situation though. If he yelled at me I would probably be beside myself too. He says he gets anxious now whenever he sees him outside, not knowing if this guy is going to fly off the handle. He’s also worried that he’s going to talk smack with other neighbors. We are cool with everyone, but pretty much stick to ourselves. We’ll go to a neighbor’s party like once or twice a year, but we don’t want enemies. But now we feel like we live next to a ticking time bomb.
I’m not too worried about him talking smack. If he is a giant ass, then they will find out sooner or later. Personally, whatever he has to say about my hubby or I may hurt my feelings, but really isn’t worrisome to me.
Fast forward to August. I’ve been hard at work this summer, digging up and going through my soul. I’ve been acknowledging my life’s gifts– both good and bad. And so I must examine this gift, whether I want to or not.
My neighbor and this situation is a gift to me, and it is a lesson. I just don’t know what they are yet. But, after spending the week reading, writing and reflecting, I realized that I needed to get some more information about our new neighbors.
I found their full names with a public record search and then found them on Facebook, starting with the man.
I do have to say, I found exactly what I was looking for– including clues and ideas about how this situation can be a lesson. I’m still working on the gift part 🙂