I was 18 and had been abused as a child and neglected by my mother, so I wanted to feel loved or good enough to be loved. I gave my biggest gift to someone I didn’t know very well. He then found out where I lived, and I stupidly thought he loved me. I moved in with him and noticed he became very angry when I would talk to friends.
My friends came to check on me, and he pulled a gun on them. I was scared to death because after he shot a couple rounds at them, they left, and I was stuck with this unstable person now holding a gun to my head, telling me we were going to die together. He was taken to jail and let out that same day! I have been frightened of guns ever since. I have never allowed my children to play with guns.