Here’s one the trollers won’t publish.
The night after the night I got back from a particularly draining deployment I was exhausted and in bed, the Ex-wife hears something, I didn’t and just dismissed it, then she heard the front door, I didn’t she got pissed and made me get up. I always have a handgun on the headboard and just got a good hold on it when the bedroom door opened up with “the guy” backlit by my fish tank!
His hands had a screwdriver in one and a hammer in the other. I ordered him to the floor and he dropped the stuff and started calling me by the next door neighbor’s name. OK the threat level is way down and the name thing has me a bit puzzled, about then the EX is yelling at me to shoot him! He is pleading with me not to shoot and I’m trying to get her to call the cops! This little triangle went on for way to long and I think he may have s*%$ himself. I was trying to explain that you can’t just shoot the guy-threat level and all that, anyway when the cops got there I knew one of them and he told me if I had shot the guy I would have had to go to town and go thru all the stuff until probably the next day when they would have probably let me go.
So the guy goes to jail telling the cops he thought he was breaking into the next door neighbor’s house because it was a friend and he needed a place to stay, I went back to bed.
The next day the man next door tells me he saw the guy at a club that night and he was trying to borrow money to drink with and I should have shot the scumbag!
Oh well a couple days later I go into the package store (liquor store) and see the dude working stocking shelves. I told the owner the story and never saw the guy again.
It seems like a happy ending but the real happy ending was the divorce a year later and the current wife that it took 10 more years to meet! She was hard to get too, but that’s a different story.