OK, I met my future husband and father of our four kids in 1991-1992, when I was 13 and he was 18. We grew up next door to each other. We had our first child when I was 16 and stayed together for 15 more years until his possessive/obsessive ways and his mental issues were taking him away from us. On February 17, 2005, he decided that I was never leaving him, and for hours he had two of our kids (they were four and two) and myself hostage with my daddy’s .30-30 high-powered rifle. By the grace of God, I was able to get him out the house long enough to get the oldest two kids off school bus, and my daddy got us away and to my sister-in-law’s. That night he called screaming that I would pay for taking myself and his kids and blood would be on my hands. Well, the next day, February 18, 2005, he took the same .30-30 rifle and ambushed my daddy, shooting him twice in the head. He became a fugitive from the law for exactly seven days and on the following Friday, February 25, he committed suicide, which he had told me he would do, since he didn’t have his family anymore.