Amara Rose

American Life in the South Amara Rose

One day when I returned from getting groceries, he wanted to know where I had been. "You know where I have been, getting groceries." He was acting all crazy. He pulled a gun out of his shirt and pointed it at me. The kids were there, so I talked him into letting me call his sister to come and pick up the kids and then we could talk. After his sister left with the kids we got into this big argument. He kept waving the gun in my face saying "He was going to kill me and then himself". I told him I wasn't worth killing, that the kids would need one of us, that if he was going to kill me to go ahead and get it over with." We sat for four hours with him holding the gun under my chin. Saying all the time, "He was going to blow out my fuckin brains."