spencerhut
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This is going to be long, please bare with me. My 16 yo daughter invited a friend and her mother over a few weeks ago. Mom is going though a divorce, he cheated on her. Nineteen years with the same guy and he's a little abusive to her and their kids. I talk with the mom about the situation and its setting off alarm bells in my head, I think her ex is about to do something stupid, I tell her my thoughts. Life goes on.
The ex shows up at a sports event a few weeks later with pictures of them doing things adults do. He shows the pictures to other moms. Talks about what a whore his soon to be ex wife is, tells people she is evil. I've met the woman and talked to her for hours. Nice lady, a little meek. I can tell the husband has kept her in a box for years. She starts the restraining order paperwork. She is terrified and so are her kids. They really don't know what he will do, he threatens her life. Say's she will be better off dead.
I'm hearing most of this second hand from my daughter. Today my wife calls, they have become friends, tells me the mom and daughter are staying with us for a few days. Fine I say, she needs a safe place to sleep, we can give her that. About 4:30 comes around, wife asks me to take the daughter home and get her bags, no problem I say. I gather up the daughter and take her home, mom is there they get their stuff together and we leave. Now the interesting part . . .
They live waaaaaaaay back in the hills, 50 minute police response. We are driving to my place, mom in a car behind the daughter and I. Here comes the ex . . . just found out about the restraining order. So why is he here? What is he doing? The mom and daughter already told me he is "really into guns" whatever that means to them. To me, it means he is likely packing. So am I, permit and all of course. He flips around and follows us.
We are in the hills, so no cell service. He does not know me, never met me. He tries to pass and presumably block in the mom, I don't let him. I call 911. I keep my car between him and the mom, safely, I have her daughter with me. I keep the 911 operator informed as to where we are an what the ex is doing. He is flailing his arms, honking the horn, generally being a PITA. We get out of the hills and hit a stoplight, cross traffic is heavy, we can not run it. We all stop, he gets out, so do I. He is heading for the mom. I get between him and the mom's car and pull my shirt up and place my hand on my weapon, tell him to stop and get back in his car and leave. He asks if I am a cop, I ignore it. I say the sheriff is on the way. 2-3 minutes of posturing takes place, I do not draw. He gets back in his car and I think he is leaving, he pulls closer to the mom. He's digging around in the car, I tell him not to do anything threatening, hand still on my .45. He gets out with papers and heads towards the mom again. I get between them again and tell him to leave. He's rabid, I am seriously afraid he has a gun and is about to force me to do something I can never take back. I mentally prepare , as much as I can, to get shot. I think I have the advantage, but . . . I don't know what this whack job is up to. I talk him back into his car and he leaves.
Mom and daughter are mortified, neither knew I had a gun. Later on mom was crying in my arms thanking me. She was terrified of this man she had spent 20 odd years with.
I was in the right place at the right time and did a good thing. I hope it is the one and only time I ever am faced with such a situation. I was not afraid. Later on I almost passed out from some chemical imbalance in my system or plain old hyperventilation, not sure. I am fine now, I know I did good. Mom ands daughter are at my house until we can change the locks at her house and get her a CCW and a gun.
The ex shows up at a sports event a few weeks later with pictures of them doing things adults do. He shows the pictures to other moms. Talks about what a whore his soon to be ex wife is, tells people she is evil. I've met the woman and talked to her for hours. Nice lady, a little meek. I can tell the husband has kept her in a box for years. She starts the restraining order paperwork. She is terrified and so are her kids. They really don't know what he will do, he threatens her life. Say's she will be better off dead.
I'm hearing most of this second hand from my daughter. Today my wife calls, they have become friends, tells me the mom and daughter are staying with us for a few days. Fine I say, she needs a safe place to sleep, we can give her that. About 4:30 comes around, wife asks me to take the daughter home and get her bags, no problem I say. I gather up the daughter and take her home, mom is there they get their stuff together and we leave. Now the interesting part . . .
They live waaaaaaaay back in the hills, 50 minute police response. We are driving to my place, mom in a car behind the daughter and I. Here comes the ex . . . just found out about the restraining order. So why is he here? What is he doing? The mom and daughter already told me he is "really into guns" whatever that means to them. To me, it means he is likely packing. So am I, permit and all of course. He flips around and follows us.
We are in the hills, so no cell service. He does not know me, never met me. He tries to pass and presumably block in the mom, I don't let him. I call 911. I keep my car between him and the mom, safely, I have her daughter with me. I keep the 911 operator informed as to where we are an what the ex is doing. He is flailing his arms, honking the horn, generally being a PITA. We get out of the hills and hit a stoplight, cross traffic is heavy, we can not run it. We all stop, he gets out, so do I. He is heading for the mom. I get between him and the mom's car and pull my shirt up and place my hand on my weapon, tell him to stop and get back in his car and leave. He asks if I am a cop, I ignore it. I say the sheriff is on the way. 2-3 minutes of posturing takes place, I do not draw. He gets back in his car and I think he is leaving, he pulls closer to the mom. He's digging around in the car, I tell him not to do anything threatening, hand still on my .45. He gets out with papers and heads towards the mom again. I get between them again and tell him to leave. He's rabid, I am seriously afraid he has a gun and is about to force me to do something I can never take back. I mentally prepare , as much as I can, to get shot. I think I have the advantage, but . . . I don't know what this whack job is up to. I talk him back into his car and he leaves.
Mom and daughter are mortified, neither knew I had a gun. Later on mom was crying in my arms thanking me. She was terrified of this man she had spent 20 odd years with.
I was in the right place at the right time and did a good thing. I hope it is the one and only time I ever am faced with such a situation. I was not afraid. Later on I almost passed out from some chemical imbalance in my system or plain old hyperventilation, not sure. I am fine now, I know I did good. Mom ands daughter are at my house until we can change the locks at her house and get her a CCW and a gun.
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We are in the sticks, so it's not the LEO's fault it took so long to get there. Important thing was the mom and daughter both learned the cops can't always be there when you need them. They are sheep, like 98% of the public. But I was there to help and now I will teach them what I know to help them not live in fear.
