Evidence.
Dates.
Consequences.
She could roll her eyes at me.
She could not roll her eyes at paperwork.
She moved the car.
Again.
Another penalty followed.
And then something unexpected happened.
Her husband came over that evening.
His name was Paul.
I’d seen him plenty of times but barely spoken to him.
He looked mortified.
“I owe you an apology.”
I frowned.
“For what?”
“The parking.”
“You’re not the one doing it.”
“I knew.”
That changed things.
“You knew she was blocking us?”
“Not how often.”
“Did you know we asked her to stop?”
He nodded.
I stared at him.
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Denise gets… fixed on things.”
“That is a very generous phrase.”
He gave a tired smile.
“She didn’t want to use our driveway because I leave for work at 5:30 and she said moving her car around mine was annoying.”
“So she used ours.”
“Yes.”
“Paul, you have roadside parking.”
“I know.”
“Two spaces.”
“I know.”
“Then I am genuinely struggling to understand this.”
He sighed.
“It started because she was dropping something at her sister’s every morning. She said she’d only be five minutes.”
“And then?”
“Then you complained.”
I blinked.
“That’s why she kept doing it?”
His face told me the answer.
“Oh my God.”
My MIL Promised to Pick Me up After Surgery – I Waited Three Hours Before Learning Where She Really Was
My Neighbor Parked in My Driveway for Six Months – One Morning, She Came Outside and Found 30 Cars Behind Hers
I Let a Homeless Elderly Man Sleep on My Porch During a Storm – The Next Morning, What He Left Under My Doormat Brought Me to Tears
“It became a point of pride.”
“For 22 mornings?”
“I’m not defending her.”
“It sounds like you’re explaining a toddler.”
