Originally posted by hydromorphone
Jesus christ, you're the only delusional one.
I never waved a firearm in my life "wildly", you weren't even in the same room. You were in your room. And two "witnesses"? My grandmother was in her bedroom watching TV. Fuckhead /was standing by the wall/your door. I was standing at first, then sat down on the chair waiting for you to get your shit packed and leave. You were crying and upset and I felt terrible for that and then came to the door and tried to hand you the gun, barrel facing me, handle for you to grab. You wouldn't take it. I had said at one point BEFORE that, to fuckhead if he didn't get out of my way that the walls were so thin I could shoot your ass through the damn thing, which yes, all of what I did was wrong, the way I went about it, but you had been warned, seen that I was desperate to get fuckhead out of my life, been told I didn't want you to get hurt, didn't want shit to get even worse while you were there, as I knew it was going to and told several times that you needed to LEAVE.
Yes I was. This claim is easily dismissable by going through your post history and finding where you admitted otherwise. You never offered me the gun. I never let you into the room. After the little gun scuffle, you stormed off downstairs after putting the gun away in your grandmother's room. I went back to my room. You came to knock and I told you to fuck off, so you didn't come inside. The following morning I unloaded the gun and threw out all the .357 ammo with your grandmother's permission. Then a couple nights later you pulled the gun again, not even knowing it wasn't loaded. Woulda been a real movie moment if you tried to shoot anyone.
You were told after throwing a beer at me which splattered everywhere, including the baby being covered, this being right after I got out of the hospital and in serious pain and you falling into me after saying several times to please watch it, or go lay down in bed, I couldn't because if I laid on my back I couldn't breath, being the only reason I was sitting on the couch in the corner of the sectional. You fell into me while I was dozed off asleep and acted like I attacked you when I instinctually pushed/kicked this huge fucking weight that landed right on my lung where I had pneumonia and already could barely breath. You threw beer at me, beer I drove out of my way from the ER to get you so your alcoholic ass wouldn't be in WDs(which you cracked my screen worse instead of talking to me when we were in the parking lot- I wasn't being mean, I was just trying to figure out what was wrong with you - apparently you had an ear infection for the first time in your life and acted like a big fucking baby. When we got home and you asked me to put rubbing alcohol in your ear to dry it out you got mad at me because you left your mouth open and some poured down your face… Meanwhile I can barely breath).
Lets recap. I had an awful ear infection and had one beer on me and was working on number two. Not to mention it was Natural Ice which is like, 4% on a good day.
I got up to use the bathroom and fell on you, some beer spilled. Your immediate response was to kick me in the chest with your fat elephant legs. Then the beer got everywhere, but not on the baby. You yelled at me that I was drunk, and that the baby could get to the beer on the floor?? (Never mind the nails in the walls, piles of dog shit, and literal baby-sized holes in the floor.) I threw it on the couch, not on you.
I told you to count the beers to see how drunk I was and you refused. This was all backed up by your roommate. I remember his exact words, "He didn't look drunk," and, "he threw it on the couch." This was after you had calmed down and AFTER you had threatened to call the cops and tell them that I raped you, which you and I both know is entirely bullshit. I made absolutely sure to get your apology/admittance concerning this in writing. I also have a nifty recording.
When I tried to stop you from dumping all the beer, I put my arm around your chest. You bit down hard enough to leave a scar on the inside of my arm. If I had actually put it around your neck, you wouldn't have been able to bite my arm, much less bite the inside of it. Your chins would've got in the way.
You do not have a right to destroy people's property, regardless of how you justify it. You had a right in telling me to leave, and I was probably stupid to stay, but you do not get to destroy someone's shit no matter how angry you are. God. Remember when you threatened to 'destroy something I love' and I said, "No! Not my ukulele and laptop" and it turned out you meant yourself? That was hilarious.
If you need any reminder on the details I will
glady provide you with email transcripts where you admitted to all the stuff you just denied. This is not a bluff. I can literally send you emails where you've detailed the above situation exactly as I have described. As well as some that clear up the errors in your gun story. Your memory seems to be degrading as time goes on, possibly from the seizures. And feel free to send a letter to your former roommate in prison too, though I doubt you'll get a response in time before you die. How's that going by the way? Are you any closer? I really hope you don't die. At least not until we get to read about the fallout with 1337. It would be a real shame if the forum got deprived of that impending drama.
