After losing my husband and having to sell our home, I moved into my late grandmother’s old apartment, hoping for a fresh start. But peace was hard to find with Connie, my new neighbor, who began leaving bags of trash right outside my door. At first, I thought it was an accident, but soon it became clear she was using my doorstep as her personal garbage spot.I tried to talk to Connie politely, left notes, and even contacted the landlord, but she ignored me completely.
The trash kept piling up old takeout, coffee cups, and even a dirty diaper! I was grieving, exhausted, and cleaning up after her felt overwhelming.Finally, I stopped removing the trash. The smell grew unbearable, and other neighbors started complaining. When the fire inspector came by for a routine check, he was shocked by the mess blocking the hallway.
