I just stood there in my hallway, note in hand, absolutely frozen.
I’m not trying to cause a neighborhood war. I even offered a reasonable solution—told him I’d go halves on getting a sparky to fit an outdoor socket on his own wall. He flat-out refused.
Now I’m hearing he’s been telling other neighbors that I’m being tight. That I’m making a fuss over “a bit of electricity.”
But I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t about money at all. It’s about boundaries. Respect. And the fact he thinks he can steamroll right over mine.
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