I MAY BE OLD, BUT MY REVENGE WAS RUTHLESS.

I have been living in my house for 50 years and have never seen such jerks! The new entitled neighbors moved in a few weeks ago. With three cars and only two driveway spaces, they decided my front lawn was the perfect spot for their big pickup.

The first time I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes — a heavy truck right in the middle of my neatly trimmed grass. I hobbled outside and asked them — politely at first — to move it.

The wife, a sour-faced woman who looked at me like I was something unpleasant on her shoe, just shrugged. “We’ve got three cars and only two spaces. You don’t have a car, so what’s the harm?” What’s the harm? My pristine lawn was my pride. But now, it was a muddy mess.

I protested again, but the husband, a burly man with a permanent scowl, just ignored me. “We’ll park where we need to,” he said gruffly, like I was just some old lady who didn’t matter.

But they underestimated me. I might be old, and my body might be failing, but I wasn’t about to let them walk all over me — or my lawn.

My Arrogant New Neighbors Made My Pristine Lawn Their Parking Lot – I May Be Old, but My Revenge Was Ruthless It was expected by new neighbors that Edna, an elderly widow, would put up with the intrusion when they parked their truck on her neat yard.

But Edna wasn’t going to let them take over without a struggle; she was extremely protective of the house she and her late husband created.Here, we reared our two kids

and watched them grow up before sending them off to start their own families. Even though it’s just the two of us now, every blade of grass in this yard brings back memories of the life we created.I’m Edna, and I’ve spent more than 50 years living in this house.

All of my memories of my late spouse Harold are stored here. He made sure our little plot of land was ideal by pruning the hedges and planting the trees. Tom, our son, still visits frequently.