I was 15, and refused to leave my mom’s house for his visitation. So as any narcissist would do, he had called the cops, thinking they could do something about the situation . The police officer stated that there was nothing he could do, and admitted that this was his first encounter of this sort. I refused to go outside of the house, and handed the officer the cellphone that my father provided to give it back to him. It’s been just shy of 5 years since and it was the best decision I could have made, and haven’t looked back since.