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My husband and I live out in the country, in the woods. We have neighbors, but not within shouting distance. We recently had a baby, and since then, I’ve become a stay-at-home mom (SAHM). I had a C-section and have been struggling to get my strength back.
Before we got pregnant, we purchased a new-to-us truck. Nothing fancy, nothing special, but it got us from A to B. However, once we got pregnant, we realized we needed a vehicle with a backseat, so we put a For Sale sign on our truck in case anyone drove by.
An older man stopped by once to have a look at it while we were home
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He was interested but didn’t have the money. We told him we couldn’t hold it but to get in touch when he could afford it, in case it was still available.
One day, we came home to a note on the door from this man, saying he had the money and wanted to buy it. He left his number. We called him back but got no answer.
A few days later, there was another note saying he wanted to buy it. We called him back again but got nothing.
A third note was more “cranky,” saying if we didn’t want to sell to him, the least we could do was tell him. We called him back, but still no answer.
A few weeks passed. We still hadn’t sold the truck, and I went into labor. It was a dangerous delivery, so we spent a week in the hospital. When we came home, my husband took an extra week off work, and we never left the house. By this time, it had been weeks since a note was left, and we figured the guy gave up.
The day my husband went back to work, I was anxious about being alone with the baby, but I knew to take it slow since I was still recovering from the C-section
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Around 10 a.m., a car pulled into our driveway. I peeked outside, and lo and behold, it was the man who wanted our truck. I didn’t want to go down and open the door—I was in pain, in the middle of nowhere, with a new baby, and a man was approaching my house. No thanks, I’ll take the bear (lol!). I watched, and he didn’t even come to the door but started walking around the house, peering into the windows! At this point, I was terrified. What did he think he was doing? I heard him jiggle the doorknob to see if it was unlocked. Finally, he went away and sat in the bed of the truck for sale!
Meanwhile, I was on the phone with my neighbors who live about 10 minutes from our house. They decided to drive over and tell the man to leave. When they got here, they found him peering through the window again. My friend told him, “Look, you are scaring the people who live here. You have to leave the property.” He was all apologetic, saying he didn’t think anyone was home. So he left, and my friend left.
Then this man had the gall to come back and start writing another note. At this point, I was fed up. I called the cops
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I told them I had someone trespassing. They came and escorted him off the premises, and we haven’t seen or heard from him since.
My husband says I took things a bit too far, that he was just a harmless old man, and I should have gone down and spoken to him myself instead of calling the neighbors and the cops. He thinks I overreacted. So, AITA?
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