I have no one to tell this to

I have nobody to talk to. Just reaaally realized that we really live alone and die alone. Lately, I was not sure whether I should stay where I am or move to another city. I asked God and bad things started happening to me here. Someone broke into one part of the house, I was harassed on the street several times after I used to go around unnoticeable, and today I went the weekly market in my town to do the weekly shopping. First of all, most greengrocers got upset with me because I was buying small quantities and then one man charged more than we agreed on and refused to give me the rest of my money back. I insisted he gives me the rest of my money back because that wasn't the price we agreed on, but he refused and told some men who came around that I was sweet talking to him to get my way ( the man is as old as my great grandfather and I'm absolutely noy the type who does that kind of thing. I'm always a very respectful serious person. I walk with my head down. I was not raised to be a whore). When he refused to give me the rest of the change back, I told I no longer what I bought. Here's your fruit, here's your change, give me my money back. He said he won't because I messed with the fruit with my hand. I didn't even touch it. He picked the fruit and put it in the bag. I didn't touch anything, but he still said in front of those men that I messed with the fruit and then he went away and asked them to place lest I steal his money. The men knew he was lying. I told him that God is watching and he just shrugged and went away, told them to keep an eye on his stand. I went away, and I don't care about the money he kept but I felt so wronged, very powerless, and like I was very small and he stepped right on my head. I'm not weak, and I'm someone who lets people walk all over her but I felt small and crushed. On my way out of the market, I cried. I cried for a while and I just wanted to talk to someone. I just wanted someone to understand that I was wronged but I realized I have no one. I could call my family but they would make me feel worse, and I don't have any friends I can talk about these things to. People Only like happy people. When you're feeling down, got to keep it to yourself because those friends will just walk away if you go on sharing your misfortunes. I will never forgive that man for the money he dtole from me and the lies he told about me. Karma exists, but I look forward to the day we meet before God so he can get paid for what he did to me. I will never forgive.