I lived in a situation of domestic abuse with a boyfriend when I was in my 20s. I knew he owned a gun, and that it was locked and the bullets were stored separately. However, he often had issues with alcoholism and occasional emotional outbursts that would lead to arguments and fights. Towards the end of our relationship, I was feeling completely deflated, as though life was sucked out of me. I did, however, manage to escape and rebuild my life.
Sadly, though, he later met other women who didn’t have the same fate. Ten years later, I heard the tragic story that he had shot and killed his entire family and then himself. Four lives lost for nothing other than the fact that there was no means to remove this individual’s guns. My heart bleeds for the loss of the child and these innocent women.