Leaving

I think about that now, and I know I shouldn’t hesitate. Last June, I called the police because there were some guys sitting on a wall by the driveway, then a couple of them were sitting on the porch. I saw the neighbor come out of his house heading toward us with his rifle. Two guys told him to go into his house, and they were dragging him back. He went into his house because about five other guys came running down the street (there are only two houses on this street). About six cops showed up. The people were gone by then.And then one cop started saying, “There’s no one here. Aren’t you mentally ill? I think you’re mentally ill, don’t you? Look at yourself and tell me you’re not mentally ill. Are you suicidal? Shouldn’t you go to a hospital. You look like you’re having a heart attack.”

Then he said this bizarre stuff: “We have so many complaints about this house.” We’ve never had any trouble. I live with my 90 year old mother.
And then he says to me,“Your sister (he used her name) wants your mother committed and you to go through intensive therapy. And your other sister (he used her name, too,)wants your mother and, oh, you, too, to be committed.”
I started counting the number of times he said “mentally ill.” At least seven times. When he stopped, I just said that I had practically no contact with one of them in 35 years and how would she know?. The other one comes over to pick up my mother sometimes, but years go by that I don’t see her, ether.I did see her months later and told her about it. She said she never talked to the cops. I saw the neighbor the next morning and he saw the same thing and two people running out of my house.
I did not know what to say. I felt nothing. No fear, no paranoia, absolutely nothing.
Then, with all the other cops there, he started covering his ass. “Look around at us. Do you feel intimidated?” I said no. And, "You should see a doctor. I’d hate to come down her some day and, uh…you know…take care of things.
How comforting.
I have no arrest record or traffic tickets. Nothing. don’t go anywhere, I don’t do anything, and I don’t know anyone and yet he knows what my sisters want. If he wanted to know things about me, he should use Google like a normal person.
I have no rights. I feel like a sitting duck, targeted. I know it’s not in my best interests to stay here, and I’ve been throwing out things that I can’t use. I’m 57 years old and got about 10 or 15 years left and I have to put up with such crap.
I’m single, no dependents, so no one will be worse off I moved. Someone else will have to care of my mother. Throw some stuff in my backpack and get the hell out of here and seek help far away from here.
I just got to wait for the weather to break.
Sorry that this is so long.