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It Was Such a Lovely Place

As you now, we sold our house last summer to some family friends. We, of course, were thrilled to be able to sell and relieve our one-income budget. They loved the place and the school district. It seemed like a perfect fit.

We loved that house and the neighborhood, and we felt sure that they would too. But the neighbors have been royal pains. Last night I heard about the headaches they were causing our friends. So far the neighbors have cost them thousands of dollars, one of their dogs, and their peace of mind.

I just don't understand why someone would be that hateful. That's what it all comes down to. What is it that pushes someone to go out of their way and spend all their extra time actively seeking to cause problems for someone?

I. Just. Don't. Get. It.

I'm angry. No, I'm pissed about the whole thing. For one thing, I feel partially responsible. We assured these people that our neighbors were wonderful people who were always friendly and who looked out for me when I was staying there alone. And they were all those things. I always felt safe and accepted there.

I've fretted about this all night. Even dreamed about it. It's weighing heavily on my heart right now. I've been through a range of emotions...from wishing I practiced voodoo to heart-breaking sadness.

Yet, it's mostly out of my hands. We did everything with the best intentions and based on information we had at the time. For all my friends who pray, please add these people to your prayer lists. That neighborhood needs some healing, and I know that it will only come from one source.

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Christy said…
Good grief. I hate that sort of drama. Will pray for them!
7:25 PM
Diana said…
Sorry to hear that some friends of mine moved into a house on that street too...they keep to themselves:(
9:02 PM
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