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My Neighbor Stalked Me
My neighbor was my mother-in-law.
On a dark and stormy day, a couple of years ago, my mother-in-law moved into the house next door to my then-husband and I. The birds fell from their nests, the lambs screamed and the butterflies died as her car pulled into the driveway.
Sadly, the wall that I was building around my house was not complete.
The U-Haul that pulled up behind her was 30% full of her belongings and 70% full of her crazy.
It only took two weeks for her to unpack her crap, secure all normal behavior into a tightly sealed container, and start following me. Everywhere.
On day thirteen of the next-door invasion, I headed out to my car. My mother-in-law was sat on her front porch, staring at my driveway. We greeted each other and she asked where I was going.
I said, “Just to the grocery store.”
She asked, “Which one?”
I replied, “Publix. Do you need anything?”
She answered, “No, I’m good.”
Thirty minutes later, I was walking around Publix when I heard a “Hi!” I turned around and saw my mother-in-law. “Oh. Hi. What are you doing here?” I asked. She said, “I thought I would come too since you said you were coming here.”
