Lots of vents are expressions of frustration and anger that need a safe release. This is a happy one. Feel free to jump up and do a happy dance while singing DING DONG The Witch is Dead.
My hubby sent me an email from work to my mobile, saying check a different account on computer, needs larger screen detail. So I waited for the kids to go to school or nap, checked and found a wonderful picture of a neighbor's house ( over our back field fence, they face a main street a half mile away) with a high realtor FOR SALE sign in front. YipYap the wicked witch and her forces of evil are leaving of their own volition.
She started a one sided war with us and specifically targeted me, when they moved in in 2009.
The original source of the problem is that we are very different people with different values and backgrounds. But there has never been any issue which should have led to getting local authorities from police and animal control and Humane Societies and even child protection people involved, as well as various town and county and state agencies involved.
Like an abscess in my life. Going Gangrene.
She is a middle class, upper middle class mid-thirties educated wife and mother and some kind of editor part time, who moved here from a very wealthy Connecticut suburb. A helicopter mom. Very religious. Considers herself very principled, a supporter of all the right causes.
She is a beloved in enforcing standards for the common good. As she will tell you. Repeatedly.
But her assumption is that her religion is the right and true one and every one else must follow its guiding principles. And her politics, standards, etc are always the ones everyone else must agree to. She uses authorities and regulations and speaking out and sometimes lawyers to make sure her side wins the day.
I am happily a rural wife and mother and professional woman who grew up in this rural farm and mountain area but have lived and been educated elsewhere, not unknowing of where she comes from. We actually agree on many things, but it is a matter of degree. In an area of towns of 300 to 5000 person towns, not getting along with neighbors often just means agreeing to disagree and ever after being careful to be tactful and civil when you or your families meet. Not her. And she is moving
Yesterday was the month from winter solstice day when we had bright sunshine at 6:45 am and still light at 5:10 pm. A fifty minute improvement. I told my daughter we would go out after school and all do happy dances.
Now I have dessert in cooking, meat marinating and ready to cook tonight. Two neighbors and my parents and my sister's family have said yes by phone or text. Dinner and happy dancing party tonight. Ding Dong. I feel like a watermelon size sac of pus has been sucked out.
I have been disliking the way I behave and feel since she declared war. War is over. Peace will come.