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HOA President Forced Me to Tear down the Treehouse My Late Husband Had Built for Our Kids

Roshanak Hannani
Oct 25, 2024
12:23 P.M.

I never thought I'd have to destroy the last thing my husband built for our kids: a treehouse. But the HOA president made my life hell to ensure that happened. And she won... or at least, that's what she thought.

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Have you ever had to deal with an entitled person before? Unfortunately, those who reach positions of "authority" are even worse. I'm Willow, 34, and a mom of four awesome kiddos.

Mother with kids | Source: Pexels

Mother with kids | Source: Pexels

What happened to us after our family tragedy still makes my blood boil, but it's also one of the best examples of the goodness in humanity.

Two years ago, I lost my husband, Daniel, to a long illness. He was the love of my life and an incredible dad to our four kids: Max (8), Oliver (6), Sophie (5), and little Ella (3). One of his last big gifts to them was a treehouse he built in our backyard.

I can still picture him out there with his blueprints spread across our patio table. Even when the chemo got bad, he wouldn't give up on this project.

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Blueprints and tools | Source: Pexels

Blueprints and tools | Source: Pexels

"They'll need somewhere magical to escape to," he told me one evening, looking way too excited for someone who could barely stand. That was Daniel, the kind of father who would always put the kids first.

But let me tell you, this wasn't just some thrown-together platform in a tree. Daniel went all out. He worked on it whenever he had the strength and made sure every single board was secure.

Our neighbors kept offering to help, but he was stubborn about it. "This one's got to come from Dad," he'd say, flashing the smile I miss so much.

A man using varnish on wood | Source: Pexels

A man using varnish on wood | Source: Pexels

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I swear the whole neighborhood heard our kids screaming with joy the day he finished it. Daniel could barely climb the ladder, but he needed to be there.

That small, little treehouse had everything: windows that caught the morning sun, and this cool trap door with a secret knock the kids made up. It was also low enough that I knew our babies were safe.

What's more, it became everything to us after we lost Daniel. My girls would have these adorable tea parties up there. Sophie arranged her stuffed animals like it was a royal court, while little Ella followed her around with her tiny teacup.

Little girl with a toy tea set | Source: Pexels

Little girl with a toy tea set | Source: Pexels

Meanwhile, the boys turned it into their fortress, playing these elaborate games where they had to defend it from monsters. Sadly, they had lost Daniel, who loved to play the role of "fire-breathing dragon" from below.

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But I filled in whenever possible. And although my kids often mentioned how much they missed their dad, the treehouse made it seem like he was still around.

Which is why it was so maddening when a real-life villain came into our story. Mrs. Ramsey was our neighborhood HOA president. I can't describe her looks and attitude without going into a stereotype.

An older woman with angry face | Source: Midjourney

An older woman with angry face | Source: Midjourney

Just imagine the kind of person who feels like she rules over the world with a short haircut. She had been part of the homeowners' association since she moved in. However, when she became president, things in our neighborhood turned sour.

I think Mrs. Ramsey was busy with something else for a while because it took a while before she noticed Daniel's treehouse. But one morning, she showed up at my door, looking like she'd just sucked a lemon.

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For some background: everyone in our neighborhood knew what my family had lost, and they knew it was still hard. So, the fact that Mrs. Ramsey didn't even greet me or offer condolences and went straight to her stupid business was so insulting.

A neighborhood | Source: Pexels

A neighborhood | Source: Pexels

"Mrs. Bennett, your treehouse violates Section 7.3 of our bylaws regarding non-permanent structures. It'll need to come down," she demanded, crossing her arms.

"What?" I asked, taken aback. I put one hand to my heart as I tried to explain. "Mrs. Ramsey, our treehouse means everything to my kids. It's the last thing their father built for them."

She shrugged one shoulder. "Rules are rules. You have 30 days to remove it, or you'll face fines starting at $100 per day."

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An angry older woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

An angry older woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

With that, she turned and walked away, checking something off her clipboard. I was determined to ignore her, but after that day, Mrs. Ramsey made it her personal mission to make our lives miserable.

She kept sending letters. Some were even threatening me with more fines. Others with legal action.

One time, she caught Max and Oliver playing like normal and actually told them with her pinched expression, "Your mother needs to take this down! It's breaking the rules!"

An old woman scolding kids in a treehouse | Source: Midjourney

An old woman scolding kids in a treehouse | Source: Midjourney

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My sweet Max tried to be brave in front of his little brother and said, "But our dad made it!"

This woman literally replied, "That's irrelevant to the bylaws," and even took pictures. Who says that to a kid who lost his dad?

So, I went to every HOA meeting I could to try to appeal for my family's sake. There was this one board member, Mr. Henderson, who clearly felt bad but wouldn't stand up to her.

An older man with a serious expression | Source: Pexels

An older man with a serious expression | Source: Pexels

He caught me after a meeting and fidgeted with his hands as he said, "I'm sorry, Willow. I know what this means to your family, but she's got the whole board under her thumb. Nobody wants to cross her."

Cowards! All of them! (I didn't actually say that aloud, but I like to think my withering look told him what I was thinking.)

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The issue is that I just didn't have the resources to take this further. Between the four kids and the medical bills from Daniel's illness, I couldn't afford a legal battle.

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A woman using a calculator | Source: Pexels

So one horrible Saturday morning, I broke the news to the kids over breakfast.

Oliver's face just crumpled. "But Mommy, you can't! Dad made it special for us!"

Max slammed his spoon down. "Mrs. Ramsey is mean! Dad would've fought her!" he said, puffing up his chest as if our neighbor was a real dragon he could simply fight off.

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An angry boy | Source: Pexels

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Sophie just hugged her teddy bear while biting her bottom lip, and little Ella, bless her heart, patted my hand and said, "No cwy, Mommy." She didn't understand much yet, but she had great empathy.

I felt like the worst mother, but I couldn't stop it and had to tear the treehouse down. I hired some guys to do that same afternoon, and the kids watched from the porch.

Max tried to help at first but lost it when they took down the sign Daniel had carved: "The Bennett Kids' Castle in the Sky."

A sign in the yard | Source: Midjourney

A sign in the yard | Source: Midjourney

My other three just huddled together crying. To be honest, it felt like we were losing Daniel all over again.

That night was rough. Nobody wanted to even look at the backyard. I found all four kids cramped in Max's room, scrolling through treehouse photos on my phone.

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Even dinner was silent. Oliver just pushed his food around, and Sophie asked if we could visit Dad's grave tomorrow.

Boy at dinner looking confused | Source: Pexels

Boy at dinner looking confused | Source: Pexels

An hour later, I called my mom crying (trying not to let the kids hear), and she told me to bring everyone to her place for a bit.

So we spent a week at Grandma's. The kids got to play with their cousins, and things started feeling a little more normal. My kids were resilient. But I was dreading going home to that empty backyard.

Here's where it gets good, though. When we got to our house that next Sunday, we went inside, and soon our mouths dropped.

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A woman with a shocked expression | Source: Pexels

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Because right from the kitchen windows we could see the backyard and where the treehouse used to be was this incredible mini-town instead. In fact, it occupied a much larger part of our yard than the treehouse.

There were mini buildings, a red post office, a yellow schoolhouse with an actual working bell, a blue cottage with flower boxes, street signs, and much more.

Ella practically exploded with excitement. "Pwetty!" she exclaimed, running behind her siblings to check everything out.

A little girl outdoors | Source: Pexels

A little girl outdoors | Source: Pexels

Oliver sprinted to this awesome rock cave formation. "There's a cave for my dinosaurs!" he told me, jumping around.

Sophie explored the blue cottage and smelled all the flowers, and Max discovered that one of the little buildings was a small library, filled with brand-new books.

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While they were marveling, and I stood there dumbfounded, our neighbor Mr. Wallace poked his head over the fence. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat!

An old man smiling | Source: Pexels

An old man smiling | Source: Pexels

"Hope you don't mind," he said. "A bunch of us got together while you were gone. Linda from 23 checked the HOA bylaws. Turns out playhouses under six feet tall are perfectly legal. Mrs. Ramsey missed that one. So we made something that would make her mad. Yet, it would be impossible for her to legally complain about."

I could only laugh as happy tears fell.

Later, I found out the whole neighborhood had pitched in. Mr. Wallace (who's this amazing, retired carpenter) designed everything. Everyone else helped paint, decorate, and donate toys and books.

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Children's books and a teddy bear | Source: Pexels

Children's books and a teddy bear | Source: Pexels

Even more juicy: there's now a whole movement hoping to oust Mrs. Ramsey from her HOA position. Turns out, being horrible to people eventually bites you in the… you know.

Yeah, we still miss Daniel's treehouse. We probably always will. But now the kids have something else that's special: proof that not everyone and everything in the world is bad.

Oh, we also got a new sign: "The Bennet Kids' New Town."

A sign in a yard | Source: Midjourney

A sign in a yard | Source: Midjourney

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Here's another story: My neighbor reported me to the HOA over some plastic skeletons and cobwebs I put up for Halloween. Less than a day later, she was at my door, begging for help. Why the sudden change of heart? Well, you'll soon find out!

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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