My Neighbor Drove over My Lawn Every Day as a Shortcut to Her Yard

After my divorce, I moved into a small house on a quiet cul-de-sac, hoping to rebuild my life. My lawn became my sanctuary—a space where I planted my grandmother’s roses, mowed with my secondhand mower “Benny,” and tried to find peace in the little things. Then came Sabrina. She lived down the street, all stilettos and chaos, and regularly drove her SUV through my lawn, crushing my flowerbeds. When I politely asked her to stop,