MOM MET HIM THE NIGHT BEFORE. HE’S IN THE KITCHEN

“She met him the night before at the bowling alley, brought him home and slept with him while my siblings and I slept in the next bedroom.

She knew nothing about him and yet he slept over. The next morning I met a stranger in our kitchen.”

“It starts somewhere. It starts in the home. I know what a mass shooter can look like.”

First time I saw him, I was 13. The sun wasn’t even up yet and I was wearing my track uniform. I poured myself a bowl of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, turned and there he was, sitting at the round pale-blue Formica table reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee.

“He was a large man. Wavy hair and beard intertwined with strands of black and white. Blue-blue eyes. A department store Santa. He smiled at me. Introduced himself. I was late for practice. So I told him to wash his dishes before he left.”

“She’d been looking for a man for a while. She was a mother with three little girls. She did not have a job. That was a lot to take on for anyone. Her second marriage had ended a year earlier. He started sleeping in her bedroom every night after they met. A few weeks later, I woke up to find them both gone. It was Christmas Eve morning. She’d left a note. They had gone to Vegas, a four-hour drive. Watch your two younger sisters, please. They’d be back that night.”

“According to Everytown for Gun Safety, the majority of all mass shooters in the United States killed an intimate partner or family member during the massacre or had a history of domestic violence.”

Somebody out there, right now, knows the next big mass shooter. Somebody out there is getting blamed, screamed at, beaten up.

Read how you can help. Take a stand against violence. Be that someone who speaks up.

Somebody out there wants to believe that he’s sorry, that he’s changed and that love means giving him a second chance. Even if that second chance means giving him another bullet because he missed the first time.”

Our appreciation to Domestic Shelters for this invaluable information and encouragement.

Read Flirting with death for one woman’s story.

About lazeejjs

Jonathan McCormick holds a Black Belt in Combat Martial Arts. He is a U.S Marine (Inactive), trained with famed CIA operative Rex Applegate and Ultimate Fighter Champion Royce Gracie and was the director of the Institute of Defense Tactics. He is a former member of the American Society of Law Enforcement Trainers and worked with members of various law enforcement agencies in the areas of suspect control and officer safety. He has written for law enforcement magazines BlueLine (www.blueline.ca) and Twenty-Four-Seven and has been a guest writer for the Vancouver Province. “Wyoming Secrets”, “30,000 Secrets”, “Santa Barbara Secrets” and The “J” Team Series are inspirational novels which focus on women who feel overwhelmed by the threat of violence in their lives. View the Series
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2 Responses to MOM MET HIM THE NIGHT BEFORE. HE’S IN THE KITCHEN

  1. I knew men like this guy in the military. They are sociopaths and more often than not ended up in the infirmary for one transgression or another.
    I believe Clint Eastwood said it well here, although in this post the crime was against the mom and children.

    “Crimes against children are the most heinous crime. That, for me, would be a reason for capital punishment because children are innocent and need the guidance of an adult society.”

  2. This story breaks my heart. It could be told by any one of the 16 homeless girls we just took off the streets.
    The story of needy women who can not fend for themselves is told across the nation with often similar, sad results.
    I applaud the writer for the courage to share and for Domestic Shelters for their constant support of women.

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