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4meAndyou · F
The ex had probably been doing drugs.
He came home from work, and was acting in a very scary way. He went upstairs without speaking or looking at me, with such a look on his face, and it got quiet. I crept up the stairs to see what he had been doing when I heard him go into the bathroom, and he had his shotgun out on the bed in the bedroom, and the ammo.
I thought quite honestly that he had gone crazy, and that he planned to shoot me and my son. I ran into the bedroom, grabbed the gun, and ran downstairs. I found my son, and told him get out of the house, and don't come back in till I come to get you. I wasn't thinking clearly because I was so scared. All I could think of to do was to lock myself in the bathroom downstairs.
The ex came downstairs a little while later, and started pounding on the bathroom door, yelling at the top of his lungs, "GIVE ME MY GUN!!! OPEN THIS DOOR!!! GIVE ME MY GUN!!!"
I was terrified. I started shaking like a leaf. Finally, after about 15 minutes of the screaming, he started to sound calmer...and then I finally opened the door.
I KNEW he had been doing drugs years later. But at the time, I didn't understand why he was acting so crazy. He took his gun from me, and in a VERY weird voice he told me that he needed his gun because the Iraqis were going to invade, and that he planned to shoot them when they showed up.
Then he changed his story, and in a very fake way he told me that he had only gotten the gun out because he wanted to teach ME how to load it in an emergency.
He came home from work, and was acting in a very scary way. He went upstairs without speaking or looking at me, with such a look on his face, and it got quiet. I crept up the stairs to see what he had been doing when I heard him go into the bathroom, and he had his shotgun out on the bed in the bedroom, and the ammo.
I thought quite honestly that he had gone crazy, and that he planned to shoot me and my son. I ran into the bedroom, grabbed the gun, and ran downstairs. I found my son, and told him get out of the house, and don't come back in till I come to get you. I wasn't thinking clearly because I was so scared. All I could think of to do was to lock myself in the bathroom downstairs.
The ex came downstairs a little while later, and started pounding on the bathroom door, yelling at the top of his lungs, "GIVE ME MY GUN!!! OPEN THIS DOOR!!! GIVE ME MY GUN!!!"
I was terrified. I started shaking like a leaf. Finally, after about 15 minutes of the screaming, he started to sound calmer...and then I finally opened the door.
I KNEW he had been doing drugs years later. But at the time, I didn't understand why he was acting so crazy. He took his gun from me, and in a VERY weird voice he told me that he needed his gun because the Iraqis were going to invade, and that he planned to shoot them when they showed up.
Then he changed his story, and in a very fake way he told me that he had only gotten the gun out because he wanted to teach ME how to load it in an emergency.
