Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST :       This is my first post ever on reddit, so please take it easy on me if I screw up on protocol. 
      I'm a guy that really values his personal privacy/space and I don't like people randomly showing up at my house. I'm not particularly religious, but I don't care if people want to believe in something, just don't try to force it on me. I'm all about people being free to do what they want to in their own life.
      Before I get too deep, a little background info and I'll try to keep it brief...I had a fairly large business in a small town with a large customer base. My dad passed away and left me a big enough inheritance that I decided to shut down my business and take some time for myself and to process losing my best friend. I enjoy building cars, so that's what I do for entertainment. 
      During the summer I usually work at night and sleep during the day because of the heat. Several times I would go to bed at like 8 or 9am and be woken up by friends or former customers beating on my door at like 11am and giving me shit because I was sleeping. Like I'm just being lazy when they have no idea what I've been up to. I got sick of it. Don't show up randomly, wake me up, call me lazy and then ask me for a favor because I did you a favor before when I had my shop. Fuck you. I wound up putting a sign on my door that says "If I didn't specifically invite you here, you don't belong here. DO NOT knock on my door for any reason."
       Saturday late morning, I'm in my kitchen and I see Jehovah's witnesses across the street. I shake my head and go about my business. A couple minutes later, I hear car doors shut in front of my house. I'm irritated. I can see through the curtains on my front door, a silhouette of a small elderly woman walk up to the door, read the sign and, of course, knock. I lose it. Keep in mind that I'm a 6'3", 300 pound biker kinda guy that can make a racket. I yell from inside "Get the fuck off of my property! Now!". She shits a stripe in her undies and I see leaflets go flying. She's apologizing and picking up the leaflets and I yell something to the effect of, "You better pick up that bullshit and take it with you." She does and apologizes again while shes walking back to their van. I move the curtains to get a good look at them, and it looks like she is crying when they pull away.
       I feel like a major asshole for making an old lady cry, but I feel like they invaded my space when it was clearly stated that I didn't want to be bothered. AITA here?

