I’m Cynthia, a 42-year-old single mom. When I moved into a new house with my kids, I was hoping for a peaceful new beginning. Instead, I got Mr. Johnson—a gruff neighbor who decided to build half a garage on my property without my permission. Despite my repeated “no’s,” he claimed the previous owner gave him verbal consent. I refused to budge. While I was away visiting my mother one weekend,

he went ahead and built the whole thing.I came home to find a massive garage swallowing my garden. Furious but focused, I gathered a few trusted friends—Lisa, Mark, and Jess—and under the cover of night, we carefully dismantled the unauthorized structure piece by piece. It was hard work,