The day I left was almost like every other day, except it wasn’t…It started off the same, I got up at 6:00 a.m. start breakfast, make lunches, plug-in the hair straightener, yes I still fix my 9 and 14 yr old’s hair & technically I also fix my 3 yr old son’s hair but it’s not nearly the lengthy process, its way more of a smooth down as he runs by. I wake up the 9 yr old, her school starts first, I get her going and drive her to school, and do the same thing with the 14 yr old all with a 3 yr old in tow, as my husband sleeps obliviously away. He leaves as usual right before I get back from taking my middle schooler. The rest of the day slips away as they always do, laundry, housework, errands, throw in a little potty training. I talk to my cousin, its been a while since I’ve seen her, nothing unusual, I have three kids, she has six, that can eat away at your free time. We talk about getting together, she says why not tonight, II say why not, she mentions another cousin that lives nearby, lets see if she’s up for a reunion too, okay & of course she is, and this is where the day begins to shift, with all the kids the obvious thing is to meet at a house we can catch up and let the kids run free, I live in the middle so the obvious place is mine. This was the first red flag, to be honest I probably thought of it more as a caution light, but never the less a caution I did not heed. My husband owns his own company he does remodel & new construction on multi million dollar houses. Our house is not a multi million dollar house, it’s actually his old bachelor pad, which was nice enough, but add four people and all the fun stuff that comes with three kids and you’ve got an overstuffed middle class home. When I look at our house I see it as the place I’ve lived the longest, I see the place I brought the three most important people in my life home to. I love our home, I take care of it and keep it clean, it’s where my heart is. My husband is embarrassed by it, in comparison to what he works in everyday I understand, so he doesn’t want anybody to come over and no one to come inside, for years I’ve upheld this policy, but as the kids get older, it just happens. It’s not a bubble its a house. When my third grader gets off the bus, she reminds me of the sleepover she’s begged me for, and this was the second red flag I ducked under. My husband has a rule no sleepovers, no matter what, the answer is no, This isn’t my rule. It wasn’t up for discussion. This sleepover was with a family friend, The mom was my daughters cheer coach, she’s president of the P.T.A., she’s the girl scout leader and my daughter and her daughter have been friends for years. To me this was a perfectly normal request. My daughter would be in a safe environment with people who not only know her but love her. So I said yes. I told my husband that my cousins were coming over and that Aubre was going to a friend’s house, he left the house irritated. I went about my business getting ready and I still had to pick the middle schooler. Around six o’clock I got a call from a friend asking if my oldest daughter wanted to go to a youth group church meeting with her child, she offered to take her and bring her back home. I’ve avoided this youth group for one reason, it runs late and I have two other children, that means I’d have to put two sleeping children in the car to pick up my oldest and with all the practices and games I already go to, I don’t want to obligate to anything else. On the other hand its a great group of kids. I love the concept of lots of adult supervision, they play basketball and volleyball and then discuss relevant issues that teenagers are dealing with and they highlight what the bible has to say on these subjects. They have created it as an alternative Friday night hangout where kids can have fun and be influenced by great mentors. I know the people who started it and I know most of the volunteers. Great concept, so I said sure. I had no idea this would be the icing on my red flag cake. I dropped my middle daughter at our friends house. Another friend came over to pick up my oldest daughter & my cousins came over. Everything was great the kids had fun I had fun and my sulky husband stayed far away. About midnight my cousins were starting to leave, my husband came home and my friend called to say she was on the way with my oldest daughter. My husband had ask where she was and I told him, but that was it. Looking back he did seem irritated, and my cousin later said he was pacing and putting off really negative energy. My oldest daughter walked in the front door, my last guest left and I went to get towels to put in the hall bathroom, just as I was setting them down I heard my husband screaming at the top of his lung yelling so absurdly I couldn’t quite tell what the problem was, I walked in my oldest daughters room and he was screaming an inch from her face saying ” If you ever leave this house again with out my permission, I don’t care if it’s school or cheer, if you leave without my permission I will hunt you down and drag you back by your hair!!!” She was just backing away shaking and crying. I just in immediately and said “whoa She had my permission and she was at a church group” he cut me off and immediately turned his anger on me he said ” I don’t give a fuck what you said, what you say means nothing to me” you’re never driving your truck again and I’m cutting off your phone.” I told him “What we have is a partnership, you can’t just get mad and take everything away!” he said “oh you better bet your ass I can, and just so you know you’re in the fight for your life for these kids” He stormed out and I looked around for my 14 yr old & she was hiding under the bed shaking and crying. I calmed her down and tried my cousin who just left, all my text I recently found out are going to my husbands phone so I want to carefully word it, I don’t want to call because I hear glass breaking and my husband was still raging, this was nowhere near over, I’m holding my sleeping 3 yr old and I have my 14 yr old cuddled up against me on her bed, she’s begging me to leave, I text my friend who recently told me she stays up late and all I said in the text was, My husband is raging, I think I need to call the police. About that time my husband stormed back in and started belligerently yelling and accusing again, but I heard the doorbell ring, and everything stopped sorta like some invisible pause button, I ran to the door and he was fast at my heels, the bell rang again & he yelled out who is it. “Police” they said.My heart leaped I couldn’t believe my ears, Thank you Jesus!!!! I unlocked the door and from that point on all I cared about was getting myself and my children outta there. The police said my friend had called and she was on her way too, if I wanted to get in the car with her that was probably best. The officers told us to just get what we needed for the night, we could come back tomorrow when things cooled off. I grabbed my sleeping son and took my daughter’s hand and we started down the stairs to the front door. My husband stepped in front of me, he said “You can have her (referring to our daughter) but you can’t take him (referring to our sleeping son) my husband started prying him out of my arms, my husbands back was to the police, they didn’t step in. We made it out and safely to my friend’s car, and to my surprise, my sleepy boy woke up and sleepily sad “thank you momma for rescuing me”. I wouldn’t have thought he understood enough to articulate something like that, I’ll never know what was exactly going through his head, but I got a good guess.