Stop the left unsaid: I dared to say what I felt

Mathieu Belleville-Douelle
6 min readJun 7, 2024
Photo by Jackson Simmer on Unsplash

A few days ago, my husband and I signed an agreement with our notary to exchange one of our plots with a neighboring farmer. The idea was to simplify things, since our plot was in the middle of a huge pasture that belonged to him. It was a strange legacy from another time, when large plots didn’t exist and everyone had their own little vegetable garden.

The farmer and we shared the same notary. I soon realized that the two of them knew each other well. There were unmistakable signs of intimacy. The notary made sure he wasn’t prejudiced by the exchange, and then we signed.

I had asked his assistant to raise the issue of the fence. In fact, we had exchanged plots, but we didn’t have access to our new land, which was still occupied by cows!

Frustration and anger

Since the notary didn’t say anything about it, I raised the issue by asking the farmer to remove the fences as soon as possible. He replied that it wasn’t possible at the moment, and the notary added: “You know, he works a lot”. What about me? Don’t I work? Oh no, I forgot, I’m a writer… A guy who spends most of his time sitting in a chair in front of his computer doing nothing.

I was angry. I felt the situation was unfair. According to the law, I should have been able to enjoy my land…

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Mathieu Belleville-Douelle

I love writing, words and ideas. I always want to learn and explore new fields. Committed to my values, I struggle with my inner contradictions.