I am the survivor of domestic gun violence by my suicided husband. I was sitting with my back to a window. He had taken off his shoes and walked along the building until he saw me. He shot me three times and then committed suicide. He was mentally ill. He had taken the gun from his sister’s house. It was not his gun.
I survived with a bullet wound to my left lung and my right arm. I was shot 26 years ago, and I deal with lung dysfunction in the form of asthma every day and have been dealing with PTSD from before the shooting and then the trauma of having almost died. I lived, and he died. It was sad for everyone. Mental illness is a horrible disease.