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The Power Hungry Gnome And The Warrior Princess
Betrayal, Aggression and The Clash
I call him the gnome, because he crossed me and now I am angry. Therefore, he has earned a name and he looks like a gnome. His house is unfortunately too close to mine. He is relatively new here. And he is a stellar example of how weak and feeble people really should never be given the least bit of power (such as a board member of an HOA or as a husband- just sayin’…).
I have lived here so much longer than he has, so it doesn’t work for me when a younger gnome, who hasn’t been here long, approaches me like I am not a real Warrior Princess deserving of decent behavior.
I see what goes on here. Any man here can have the worst behavior in the world. Men are not spoken to the way I am and typically neither are women who have husbands. It is a buddy system and I am not in the buddy club.
The first confrontation
I had walked to the mailbox. My daughter was already in the car. He yelled at me from across the street and three houses down. He yelled, “Hey, I need to talk to you.” I said “no, I have to leave.”
We had to be somewhere. He jumped in his car (WTF?) and drove to my driveway. He suddenly confronted me about what he said were a lot of complaints that neighbors had filed against me. The…
