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It's been a year. This one is the hardest one to tell about...think about.

Another fight free day. No worries, though it was still early.

I can't remember what caused the fight.  What I know now it wouldn't have mattered anyway, Anything I did or didn't say he would have  reacted the same. (and I should have been able to say anything in our home and still be safe...anything)

I didn't see it coming.

All at once he had jumped up and began grabbing things off the night stand....threw  keys or something at me. Then the furniture started being knocked over and thrown across the room...... 

I ran out of the bedroom.

My son and some freinds were in the living room. I screamed "Call 911, call 911...call the police!!"
(Domestic violence effects everyone. It wasn't just me he was trying to control. He didn't care who was there...even other peoples children, including my own)

The walls were being hit with ....anything he could get his hands on. Tables, chairs....the TV was pushed to the floor .
2 chairs in the bedroom were very special to me and my sons.....they had been brought over from Ireland when my husbands family had moved to the US.  I kept them in there to keep them safe  over the years .... no one would have destroyed them on purpose but there were always lots of kids and noise in our home......

My son and his friends didn't know what to do....I grabbed the phone and dialed 911.

While on the phone  I realized he had gotten his gun.

"get someone over here now!! he's got a F&^% gun!!" is what I remember screaming into the phone.
The operator was telling me to calm down and give her the address. I gave it and kept  telling them to send someone over  (there was no way she could calm me down)

We were in the kitchen at this point . The phone was disconnected. I could hear the phone ringing but I was trying to get the gun away from him and couldn't answer.

I got the gun away somehow.

I'm trying to get the kids out to safety, find the ringing phone and keep a gun away from him.

He just went and got another gun.

This is when it really got terrifying.....

 My 15 year old son  was fighting to get the gun away from him now.