When my father-in-law Richard bulldozed my beloved garden to build

an unauthorized pool, I was furious. I’m Linda, a 40-year-old English teacher,

married to Tom for 15 years. Richard moved in after my mother-in-law

passed, and living with him has been challenging because he insists on doing things his way.

My garden was my sanctuary, full of flowers I carefully nurtured over

the years, a place to relax after work. One evening, Richard casually suggested

putting a pool in the backyard, ignoring how small the yard was and

how much I loved my garden. Tom and I both opposed it, explaining

the pool’s expense and impracticality, but Richard kept pushing the idea.

Then, while Tom and I were visiting my parents for a weekend, Richard

took matters into his own hands. When we returned, the garden was destroyed,

a huge hole dug in its place, and Richard proudly told us he’d started the pool.

I was heartbroken, and Tom was furious, promising to fix it. The next day,

as diggers continued working, our neighbor Mrs. Jensen—known for

strict rules and her dislike of Richard—approached him, reminding

him about regulations on how close construction can be to property lines and threatening to call a city inspector.

Sure enough, an inspector arrived and ordered Richard to stop the

work and fill in the hole immediately, also issuing a fine for starting without permits.

Karma seemed to be catching up with him. Then, as contractors filled the hole, they accidentally broke

a water pipe, flooding the yard and basement. Richard slipped in the mud, ruining his clothes and dreams of a pool.

He ended up paying heavy fines and repair costs, learning a costly lesson about respecting property and following rules.

Since then, Richard lost all enthusiasm for home projects and

mostly keeps to himself, avoiding the topic of pools altogether.

Meanwhile, I’ve replanted my garden, which has come back even more

beautiful, a quiet victory over Richard’s plans. Mrs.

Jensen and I have grown friendly, often joking about the pool incident.

Tom and I laugh about the ordeal too, sharing it

as a favorite story with friends—“Did we ever tell you about the time Richard tried to build a pool?”