My Neighbor Repainted My Car Pink, but I Had No Proof – Karma Struck Her the Very Next Day

That was all the confirmation I needed.

Suddenly, every strange thing that had happened over the previous year felt different.

The trash cans.

The missing hose.

The cut hose.

Every time I had questioned whether I was imagining things.

Every time I wondered if I was unfairly blaming Denise simply because we hated each other.

Now she was sitting in my kitchen, and I finally had my answer.

“You painted my car.”

She opened her eyes.

“I was angry.”

I laughed once.

There was nothing funny about it.

“You covered my entire car in paint because I complained about your dog?”

“It wasn’t only about that.”

“Then what was it?”

“You always acted like you were better than me.”

My mouth fell open.

“I asked you to stop your dog from destroying my flowers.”

“You embarrassed me by reporting me to the HOA.”

“Your dog tore up my garden three times.”

“I know.”

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