“It was going to come down to just him and me.”
May I recommend that you stop over at the blog Shoved To Them (where do these interesting names come from?) and peruse THIS.
Here is an excerpt:
[My husband] worried about our safety, so he made sure that I had a gun and ammunition in case I should ever need them. You see, I’m not the biggest person ever. I’m right at 5′ 3″ and was tiny. If anything happened, there was no way for me to physically fight back and have much of a chance. The gun my husband put up on our closet shelf was an equalizer, because my husband knew I would need one.
I’m not going to pretend that I was at all pleased with the “gift” he gave me. I wasn’t thrilled to have a gun in the house with a small child. It’s not that I couldn’t handle a gun. (God golly, I grew up in Texas! I can hunt and shoot with the best of ‘em! Like many Texas daddies, mine made sure that his daughter could change the tire on a car and drop a deer with a single shot!) I was irrationally afraid that my six month old would scale the walls, retrieve it from the shelf, be able to pull the trigger, and hurt herself. It was a bone of contention in our house until I needed it and then I sure was glad that my husband hadn’t listened to me.
There had been a couple of break-ins in our neighborhood in the preceding weeks. Whomever it was had clearly been watching his targets because the seemed to happen within minutes of the residents’ leaving their homes in the evening. The perpetrator either forced open back doors or he had cut the screens and gone in through a window.The houses were old, and many of the doors and windows were easy to jimmy open from the outside.
One evening around close on to midnight, my husband was at work, and I was up nursing the baby. I had just begun to doze off when I heard someone try knob on the back door. When he tried to shove the door in, I ran with the baby to my bedroom. I laid her on a blanket on my closet floor, and grabbed the shotgun off of my shelf. I knew that the person trying to get in wasn’t going to give me a chance to call 911 and wait for the police to arrive. It was going to come down to just him and me.
After his third try at the door, he went to the side of the house to the only window which was both low enough to reach and in the shadows enough to be hidden. I heard the screech of blade on glass as he started to cut the screen away. I exhaled in attempt to steady my breath and calm my racing heart. All I could think was that this son of a b$&@% wasn’t getting anywhere near my baby ….
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Read the rest there.
I am glad to hear from and speak to gals who can defend themselves and their loved ones from vile aggressors.
