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For fourteen months, my neighbor tried to break me without ever touching me. He kicked my fence. He lowered my property value. He made lowball offers and smiled while doing it. He told me, “You can’t prove anything.” He was wrong. When I moved into the neighborhood, people warned me about Tom. “Don’t get into arguments with him.” “He’s pushed people out before.” At first, he acted friendly. Too friendly. He asked if I ever planned to sell. He joked about combining our properties. Then my fence started breaking. Always along the side that faced his yard. No storms. No accidents. Just damage. Each time I repaired it, he made another offer—lower than market value. He wanted my home. He wanted it cheap. And he thought pressure would get it. I never argued. That’s what he expected. Instead, I installed cameras. Small. Hidden. Silent. I kept a damage log. Dates. Times. Photos. Repair invoices. Police report numbers. Every single time something happened, I filed a report. Calm. Factual. No emotion. While he relied on intimidation, I relied on documentation. Fourteen months of it. He grew bolder. He kicked the fence in daylight. He loosened brackets with tools. He stood there watching repair crews and laughing. He made another lowball offer and said, “You won’t win this.” He thought silence meant weakness. He didn’t know silence meant preparation. One morning, the cameras captured him clearly. Face visible. Tool in hand. Kicking and prying at the fence. That was the moment I stopped waiting. I filed for a restraining order. I brought fourteen months of footage to court. In court, he laughed at first. Until the videos started playing. One clip. Then another. Then another. Dates matched invoices. Invoices matched police reports. Police reports showed a pattern. The judge leaned forward. The word “intentional” entered the record. Restraining order granted. Damages awarded. Court records are public. His reputation—once loud and confident—collapsed quietly. He tried to lower my property value. Instead, he lowered his own. He broke my fence for fourteen months straight. I broke his reputation in one day. And I never raised my voice