My husband shot and killed a man in self defense two weeks ago. That man was after me. We've been hiding in a different state ever since.

But I think he’s dead now. In a weird way, I feel a little bad that it ended in this. I met my husband eight years ago. About a year before I met him, I dated a guy for a few weeks. I ended up having sex with him a few times, but we never actually went on a real date. When I broke up with him, he got a little angry. He made some threats and I called the police. They came to my house and picked him up. They ended up releasing him but said that had they caught him then he would have been arrested. I was pretty scared. So when he started calling me, I took out a restraining order. A few weeks after that, he broke into my house. I wasn’t home. When I got home, the police were there. They told me that they shot him. He was alive, but he wouldn’t survive. So, that was that. I dated a few other guys, but never actually ended up in a committed relationship with any of them. Then I dated my husband for three years, then he proposed. We were together for six years before we got married. We have a baby. Well... we HAD a baby. We got a call a few weeks ago that my husband’s father had died. My husband is an only child. His father was an alcoholic. He spent the last ten years of his life in a nursing home. And to be honest, we didn’t have much of a relationship with him. We didn’t even go to his funeral. But we had to clean out his house. We drove there one night, got a hotel, and started cleaning out the house the next day. We have a baby. So we took him with us. It was the longest drive we’ve taken with our baby. He was a little fussy. Nothing we couldn’t handle. But when we were in that house, he was extremely fussy. Like nothing we’d ever seen. We all stayed in the same room, in the same bed. It was a big bed in a big room. One night, I woke up. My husband and baby had gone to bed. I was getting a glass of water. And there was a man in the hallway. I froze. I couldn’t yell. I don’t know why. He walked out the front door and ran. I ran back to the bedroom and woke my husband up. I told him what had happened. He went out the back door looking around the neighborhood. I stayed inside, watching the front door, making sure he didn’t come back in. When I saw my husband come back in the front door, I ran outside, looking for the guy. I didn’t see anyone. I had woken my husband up. He was groggy. I think he had been half asleep when he went out the back door. He didn’t see anyone either. But he had a gun. My husband told me to go back in the house. I was so scared and confused at that point that I actually listened. I went back in the house and waited. Soon, my husband came back in and told me to go back to bed. That there was nobody there. But I was still so scared. I couldn’t sleep. I went back to the kitchen, looking for a glass of water. Where I ran into the guy. I wanted to scream, but for some reason, my voice caught in my throat. I grabbed my gun and cocked it. The guy was shocked. I could see it in his eyes. He turned around and ran. This time, I chased him. I chased him out the front door, into the yard, down the street. I don’t know what I would have done if I had caught him. I didn’t think about that. But I chased him all the way to a park. That’s when I saw him. My husband. He was standing behind the guy. He had his gun pointed at him. I turned and ran. I ran into the house, then back outside. I didn’t know what had happened. When I got back to the park, my husband was gone. But I saw the guy on the ground. His head was blown open. I called 911. The police came and talked to me. Then they said that they had to talk to my husband. I couldn’t find him. I didn’t know where he went. I looked everywhere. I was so frantic. I didn’t know what was going to happen to him. He finally showed back up, covered in blood, about an hour later. The police took him to the police station. It was 4am. They made me wait outside until 10. They called me in. They told me that the guy had a large contusion in the back of his head. It looked like my husband had shot him in the back of the head. They said that they were going to arrest him. But I said “no! No! That isn’t what happened.” They told me to calm down. But I wasn’t calm. They told me to sit down and just tell them what happened. So I told them my story. That the guy was in the house. My husband went to look for him. But he didn’t find him. Then he came back in the house and I went looking for him. Found him. And my husband found him and shot him. The police listened. They looked at each other. They stepped outside and talked. Then they came back in and said that my husband could go. But that we would have to answer more questions later. They told us to go stay with some friends somewhere else. We didn’t stay with friends. We didn’t even stay in the same town. We drove to a different state. We rented an Airbnb. So that our address wasn’t listed. My husband had shot and killed a man. We have to keep a low profile for a while. We know that. The police said the man was breaking into houses. He had stolen goods from several houses. My husband likely saved lives. But we know that the man had a family. We know that his family is grieving right now. They are probably looking for my husband. We can’t let them find us. Not until this all settles down. So we’ve been hiding in this Airbnb for two weeks. I’ve been going out to stores sometimes. But never at night. Only during the day. I’ve been paranoid. Every time I see a man, I am terrified that he’ll be looking for me. I tell myself that I’m overreacting. That the man was a burglar. He died when my husband shot him. I know that this is true. But I had never seen the man before. But I recognized the look in his eyes. It was the same look in the eyes of the guy that broke into my house when I was a teenager. I remember him coming into my house. Seeing him in the hallway and freezing. Then he ran and I finally found my voice. But it was too late. He had already been in my house for who knows how long. I remember feeling so violated. So scared. And I never forgot his face. I never forgot those eyes. And when I saw that man in my father in laws house, it was like I was back in my house again. Back in my hometown again. I recognized the man. And I recognized his eyes. And that’s why I knew that he was the man that broke into my house all those years ago. But they say he was a burglar. And they identified him as someone else. I know it doesn’t make sense. But I know what I saw. I know that I recognized that man. And I recognized his eyes. And that’s why I was so paranoid. Because I knew that they might not have found the right body. They might not have gotten that man. And if they didn’t get him, he’ll be coming after me. I just know it. But today I saw a post on Facebook. Local man found dead in the river. And when I looked at the picture, I saw that same look. Those same eyes. And I knew that it was over. They caught him. That man is dead. I can finally relax. But in a weird way, I feel a little sad. For some reason, I feel bad that it ended like that. I don’t know why. I just do. But they caught him. And they’re not looking for my husband. And my baby is okay. And we can stop hiding. So it’s over.

My husband shot and killed a man in self defense two weeks ago. That man was after me. We've been hiding in a different state ever since.

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