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I hate my neighbor.

He's my fiancées grandfather. He sold us our house. He forced us into a false easement for supposed leech lines that crossed the property line so he could prevent us from ever selling it but doesn't know I found the leech lines and they aren't anywhere near the property line even remotely. He got the house as a gift from his mother in law, Granny. We now own Grannies home. Grannie gifted him the home, along with his now late wife when she was diagnosed with Alzheimers. At the time of her death, he refused to lift a finger to pay for her funeral after collecting 100,000 dollars from private lenders we found to purchase the house and use as a down payment. He graciously offered to carry half the note but wrote into the note that he has first option of buy back in the event of "default." We now realize that "default" meant the other 100,000 dollars we owe him was due in a balloon payment. There were renters here when we purchased the house that he had offered to them for 160,000 dollars but they couldn't find financing. He knew what he was doing when he got us in here. Offered the house for 160,000 to someone else but to family 200,000? He knew nobody would lend on this old mobile home and he also knew that getting a land only loan was going to be next to impossible for us. We were set up to fail.

Tonight, the wife and I were sitting around a small fire when our dogs went apeshit. It was him, asking what we were doing. I asked what the problem was but he refused to answer me only saying "I can't believe what you're doing." Suddenly he pipes up that the country is really dry and he's afraid we're going to light everything on fire. I tell him there's water nearby, we're around and responsible adults and should be able to have a warming fire but if he'd like me to put it out I would be happy to do so. He wouldn't answer me. I asked him again if he'd like me to put it out and he said he couldn't believe what we were doing. I honestly thought he was crazy. After asking him repeated times if he'd like me to put the fire out I told him it's a simple question, yes or no. He said he couldn't tell me what to do and I told him I'd just put the fire out and if there was nothing else to "have a good night." We got the water and started to snuff out the flame.

Not more than 3 minutes later, here comes a fire truck. Now mind you. We live in the country on a single lane very narrow road. We have an acre of property and our back yard is approximately 1/3 of said acre. He owns eleven acres himself and the hill, after our property was subdivided was given a 3 acre minimum. There's plenty of land in between all the houses. He had just gotten home with some guy that lives in his back yard in a travel trailer. That guy just moved here and I'm guessing is looking for housing. He works for chp, which is who my neighbor retired from so there's a special bond or something between them. Whatever. They'd just gotten home. Supposedly the neighbors friends from Sacramento called 911 because they thought a house was on fire. Now, let me tell you, the guy living in his backyard is from Sacramento. They were together as he stated and he'd just gotten home. So rather than the "neighbors" running to our house, they ran to his? No! He called the fire department on us to be a dick. That's what he does. He shot a neighbors dog for pooping amongst the christmas trees he grows on his property. He had the balls to take the dog to the neighbors and ring the doorbell and TELL THEM HE JUST SHOT THEIR DOG! He's not in jail because he's a cop, and cops look out for each other here locally. Small town good ole boy thing. Anyways, fire department comes and spouts off a bunch about 10,000 dollar fines for burning this or that but tells us it's perfectly legal to have a warming fire so long as we use firewood and not dimensional lumber like we were burning from the many projects around here such as replacing the skirting, building fences and just generally cleaning the place up. They were nice and left promptly. While they were talking the grandfather comes over to say it was a person from sacramento and they didn't understand how things were around here. Now, let me tell you about the guy he has living in his back yard. He's come home MANY times while we were burning. Hell, he's even turned his lights off for me so they didn't shine me in the eyes as I was flicking pieces of wood into the raging fire! He's never had a problem before.. I know it wasn't him.

So the fires out. I now have a bunch of half burned dimensional wood that's charred and absolutely worthless in the center of my backyard and I'm super super pissed off. The fiancee doesn't want to hear me b***h about it so she's sleeping and I'm fuming laying next to her. I've had enough of this guy next door and I don't know what to do. We're already planning on trying to sell the property but I'm willing to just walk away from it. I can't take him anymore and I'm afraid I might say something I'll regret at our next interaction.

I have full plans on telling the guy who lives behind him that I'm not upset with him if he called and I understand but I want him to know that the "grandfather" is blaming it all on him and that's the kind of person he's dealing with considering I'm 90% positive it wasn't him that called 911. I know he'll deny it anyways but I'm going to go through the whole schpeel with him about how we were being responsible, we had water, blah blah blah.

I just can't believe this guy. It's not enough that he stiffed granny and we paid for her funeral because nobody else would or could be HE got 100,000 dollars from us as PROFIT from selling HER house. It's not enough that years back after a "friend" of his died in the model A club he's a member of he was at his house telling the widow that his cars weren't worth a damn and convinced her that 10,000 dollars for a 1932 Ford model A truck and a 1955 Chevy Bel air 4 door was a "GOOD" deal but sold that exact same 1955 for 13,000 right after we bought the house without putting a dime into it. He's hated by everyone on the hill including my fiancee, her 3 sisters, 1 brother a mother and a father who are our next door neighbors on the other side of us, all his neighbors and many people in the community.

The funniest thing to me is that he goes to church every sunday and is a very religious person. He supposedly promised his now deceased wife that he'd take care of her mother (granny.) I can't understand how someone who actually believes in an after life can not expect to be reunited with his deceased wife on the other side and is going to have to answer to her. How does he expect to look her in the eyes and say he tried? How can anyone who believes in something that's supposed to make you a better person in life be so damn cold and horrible? We did nothing to deserve this other than buy the place.

To polish off the night I find out that one of the firefighters is my fiancées ex boyfriend and I happen to have a thing about exes on both her side and my side. Makes me very uncomfortable. It's nothing that's rational. I know she loves me but it freaks me out for some reason. I can't explain it so I don't try and in fact this is the first time I've put the lame feeling into words.

I'm probably going to come back and add to this many times. Feel free to vent your frustrations. I feel like I might actually be able to sleep tonight because I let go and I gotta say, that's a welcome feeling right about now.

Goodnight all. Sorry about my novel.