Originally posted by OMGPLZUNBAN
1- hydro failing to shoot herself in the head
post the story.
Living with hydro was chaos. Fighting was a regular occurrence, and the whole experience felt like one big powder keg. I could go on about how she once pulled out her hair in a Walmart parking lot whilst screaming at the top of her lungs "I WANT TO DIE I WANT TO DIE OH WHY CAN'T SOMEBODY JUST FUCKING KILL ME". Or I could get into the time she groped me inside of a (different) Walmart while I was telling her to stop. I distinctly remember the look on this old woman's face at checkout. Just pure, abject horror. Had the genders been reversed it would have been a different story, but I digress.
This story started with ice cream. I don't remember what kind it was, but I do remember that I was high on clonazepam when I sent hydro a picture of my glorious sundae while she was at work. It had strawberry jelly, streaks of chocolate, and sprinkles, I'm pretty sure. Don't really remember if it was delicious or not, but I've no doubt it was. This sundae was my grand mistake. Had things turned out differently, it could've very well been the mistake that led to hydro's death because evidently, I used the last of the ice cream.
This was absolutely the last straw for hydro. I distinctly remember her banshee scream, "DID YOU EAT THE LAST OF MY FUCKING ICE CREAM?" It was midnight. I did not even remember making the ice cream. This did not deter hydro.
I tried to reason with her, telling her that it was only ice cream after all. She started stomping through the house asking, "Where's the gun? Where's the fucking gun?" I knew where the gun was. It was on top of the fridge. But I wasn't about to tell her, she'd already pointed a gun at me twice before. It was only a .22 5-shot revolver 'bout the size of my palm. But I wasn't taking that risk, so I-
actually... this is a different night lol. I don't think she found the gun this night. OOPS. I will update with the real story after dinner.