First of all, kudos and thank you for all the kind words. Lord knows I need them now.
The marriages were back in the 1970-1980’s for Chrissakes. The statue of limitation has long run out, and they were not even questioned in the police station.
The sequence of events was:
I quit a job I had had for 27 years.
VB called the cops and said $5K in cash was missing and I took it. AT NO TIME did she even attempt to contact me.
The police took my statement, and expressed surprised at how shitty I had been treated lately.
The police arrested me when I wouldn’t confess and agree to give the money back. I totally freaked out.
The police called VB and asked if I were a danger. VB, who has seen me freak out hundreds of times and knows I’ll be okay if left alone for a while, tells them I am suicidal. Pure vindictiveness.
Police take me to crazy house.
Shrink hears story and recommends overnight stay and release.
A fucking stupid intake counselor recommends three day stay because I live alone and at 5:30 in the morning, after having little food and no sleep over the past t36 hours, could not give him emails or phone numbers for any family or friends, meaning I have no support system.
I stay there for five days, with all the staff and patients wondering WTF I am doing there.
They said I was suicidal. I abhor drugs and physical violence. The only way I can think of to off yourself not involving those two is drowing. I was in a room with a roommate and a semi-private bath. How easy would it have been for me, after the hourly bedcheck at night, to drown myself in the toilet?