He came into my work room, pointed his shotgun at my face and said he could kill me if he wanted.
I called law enforcement, they took him to jail.
I ran far far away.
Update - October 14, 2022
Eventually I came back to my town. Tried staying with my son but that didn't work out.
Then, i turned to my sister here in town in her apt with her terribly obnoxious boycriend, who has cancer.
So much has happened, some fun, a lot of chaos, sickness and emotions.
I was so grateful to have a place to live. Blessed. I help around the house, give them their privacy, its all good...
Its been almost a year. I am finally #2 on the waiting list for a place of my own. I really am so ready.
While I love my sister and if it wasn't for the Obnoxious one, I might stay...
But I have been longing for a place of my own, with a pet of my own, the rest of my life as I want without having to walk on eggshells, or like I don't belong there.
I knew all along that the house I lived in wasn't a home, but it was a warm and safe place for the kids to grow up. He was very generous and if he didn't love us he sure did a good job faking it.
He didn't start his downward spiral until 2012. I haven't seen nor spoke to him since that night. All my things are still there, I will get them once I've gotten my place. Squeeee!
That's just some of the pyrography by I have done. Cigar boxes with fancy hardware, some wall hangings, etc. I am working on getting them all listed on "Offer Up" which is an app to download, buy and sell, you know.