Hello all. Thanks for calling BG. Very bad night and I just couldn't get on before now.
I guess you could say MT that I had my margarita night, except it was martinis. I did go Christmas shopping for several hours in the afternoon and saw that my FIL was at the pub as I drove home. I went in to have one and a girlfriend and her h were in there and they bought me a second one. Then somehow I had a third and I guess that was not a good idea. The first thing in the door H asked if I knew anything about his gun. He was cleaning his muzzle loader and had it in the stand set up on the kitchen counter. The scope and the barrel were bent and he was very angry. Ooops! The morning of the bomb I was trying to hold my insides together and still get the house together for our Thanksgiving company. H had asked me to vacuum the rear entry way which is also our laundry room. His hunting gear is all over everywhere and he keeps leaving his weapon of the moment leaning up against the back door frame. I knocked it over while I was running the sweeper, and then tripped and stepped on the scope. I knew that he was going to be mad. I was already mad and hurt because of what he has just told me. I think I stepped on it a second time and then picked it up by the barrel and propped it back against the door frame....probably a bit harder than I should have. I was angry, and what I really just wanted to do is load the damn thing, drive across town and shoot the bee!tch in the crotch. Instead, I resighted the gun for him! lol. I then I forgot all about it. Until I came home from my after shopping cocktails and he was mad and hollering at me. I tried to explain how I had knocked it over with the sweeper and then tripped on it, but he wasn't having any of that. Hurt and anger fueled by the martinis got the better of me and I swept the whole gun, stand and cleaning box off from the counter and onto the floor. Big crash! Then I went out the front door, got in my car and drove away. I went over to my MIL & SIL's house and cried for at least 3 hours. My BIL brought out the beer and I kept drinking and crying. Eventually I called my S25 and he came and picked me up and took me back to his apartment. He gave me another few beers and I remember a shot of something, and I kept crying. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because I woke up on his couch this morning covered up in a quilt. My eyes are so swolen from all the crying, my cheeks are chapped pink from the tears. But I guess I'm about cried out for awhile.
S took me back to get my car and then followed me home. H was not there, he had gone to get his hair cut. S. picked up all of the gun stuff and put it back in box and he put the gun back in the stand. I then took the gun from the stand and slipped it under the couch. S. stayed for awhile, but left before his StepD came home.
Last edited by 1hope; 11/29/0808:59 PM.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
