I’ll start. Teenage me driving up the street to hang out with friends at the mall and passed my younger neighbor and his mom. When I got back a couple hours later, the neighbor’s mom was livid - confronting me for the slight. I seriously had no idea wtf she was talking about and I couldn’t convince her otherwise.
I was walking home from work late one evening 20+ years ago when someone in a big pick-up truck pulled up next to me, rolled down their window, and started berating me for “doing drugs and chasing girls”.
I was not, at the time, doing drugs or chasing girls. I was working an IT job in a tiny New England town, had recently been dumped, and was convinced that I would never date again, oh woe is me. Some server had blown up and I’d been at the office late.
And for this I get hollered at by some stranger?
Best I can figure is they mistook me for someone they knew — who, for all I know, was doing drugs and chasing girls.
Last year my (then) gf got it into her head that I’d been unfaithful to her with my neighbour, and on one occasion snapped and physically assaulted me in my own home. She then claimed to friends and family that I assaulted her, presenting photos of bruises on her arms and face as “proof”.
Yes, as I said in another post I was punched in the face by a policeman who then accused me of having done that to him. He falsified the medical report while I had no marks, he forced a courier to testimony in his favor and has the version confirmed by his partner. The prosecutor believes his story even if I presented evidence in the form of a recording where he admits to hitting me but in self defence (there’s no mention of that in his report) he asks me if I have cameras (just so he can say whatever he wants if I don’t have them), he admits to pushing me (another thing he denies in his report where he says he accompanied me gently in my garden). None of this was taken into consideration. I tried two times and was rejected by the prosecutor who wants to archive my demand. I’m waiting to be condemned for something I didn’t do. I’m a pianist and I’d never use my hands to hit something and I’m disabled and visually impaired. Nothing seems to matter.
This happens to me all the time to where I don’t even have a specific story I can think of that would be more interesting than another. I guess I just look guilty 🤷🏻♂️
