Daniel during this altercation was telling me what a piece of [censored] I was as a mother and that I was lazy and didn’t do what needed to be done with house work and whatever and he started to come after me. knowing his history with hitting children and women, my husband, who is a farm boy that i’ve seen lift pregnant deer off a road way after they’d been hit, pick up cow calves and throw hale bales when we lived on the farm, got out of bed. he didn’t have to pick up the gun in the locked box on the bed because he knows how to fight, and that’s when jenn started pushing daniel down the stairs and told him to pack and so they could leave. my husband very calmly asked her, “so where’s all the money you promised us? I mean you’ve driven my wife to a breaking point, almost cost us our children and we are debt because of your addiction issues. so what’s up with that?” she had no answer of course and sadly I did break and was throwing things at them to get them out. I couldn’t load the gun even if I knew how; we don’t keep bullets for the 9 mm in the house because I have suicidal idealization and I don’t feel comfortable with them being the home and me knowing where they are at. dj is the only one that knows where they are at. the entire clip isn’t even stored with the gun in its locked box.

They packed up and left taking all three of their cats with them. mike, a friend that worked with my husband, called and asked if people were supposed to be in our apartment. mike lives downstairs and helped us get the apartment.. we said of course not; we were still getting trucks and stuff together to pack. well jenn was out of drugs, so she calls an ambulance because ‘she has a strangulated hernia’ and they left to go to the hospital leaving the cats here. I offered no help or sympathy except to keep the cats safe since they were fiv positive and two of them were already over weight and older.