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Darn it...now I am flashing. I walk in the door after a tough day at work. I am in my third trimester with my first child and just moving has been exhausting. I walk in and put my keys on the kitchen counter. The sound of a gun clicking as a bullet is closed in the chamber has me turning around quickly. I look and my husband is sitting emotionless on the couch. He sits stiffly upright with a 30 aught 6 rifle in his hands, finger on the trigger, and point of rifle in his mouth. The butt of the rifle rests on the floor. I start to plead with him not to kill himself. He doesn't respond. I start to shake and then start having contractions. Sliding against the wall I slip to the floor holding my stomach. He sits motionless.....I know the gun is ready to fire. I crawl toward him begging him to reconsider. He hears something and takes the gun out of his mouth. I shove the gun away from both of us, which catches him off guard, and thankfully makes the rifle drop without firing. He picks up the rifle, looks at me, and takes off out of the house. I start crying at this point and continue to have contractions.
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