Talking to my mom last night, she mentioned that my soon-to-be-ex tried harder to re-gain his firearms, than to re-gain me. Do not get me wrong: I did not want him back. But I wanted him to try.. .to at least try... thereby showing that our relationship wasn't totally meaningless toward me.
The office manager locked the door yesterday -- he had his hearing for his beloved guns. This horror story kept playing in my mind.... one where he burst through the front door and said I was going to be sorry that I left him... ending wit him shooting me down. The alternative, was that if the courts kept his guns... he would burst in and hurt me physically. I can't explain the horror of watching all around when you are leaving and entering a building... thinking you could be assaulted or sniped at.
Yes... you read my mind: I am bugging out of town for the weekend.
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