I am home!!!!! I made good time. After traveling that road many, many times over the years, I have to say that I have never seen such little traffic in my life. Don't get me wrong. The highways were crowded, but not one standstill. Not in Richmond, DC, Baltimore, New Jersey, and I even breezed through the George Washington Bridge, which NEVER happens. The patron saint of traffic jams must have known I was in rough shape, and let me off easy.

I just want to clarify something. I don't know if Gerry was battling with BIL or not. Since BIL cut off the outside lights, and it was pitch black out, I couldn't see either one of them. I could only tell where they were from the direction their voices came from. I have only the vaguest idea of exactly where they were except when I was being pushed or when BIL's cussing was really close. BIL cut the lights just as I ran out the back door on to the deck. I yelled at BIL to turn back the lights because we couldn't see. BIL then proceeded to taunt me, screaming "What's the matter, Marion? Can't see? HAHAHHA! over and over and over. At one point, when I was trying to get down the hill after finally finding the stairs, I fell on my butt. I decided that wasn't such a bad idea since you can't fall if you are on the ground. I ended up half crawling/half rolling the rest of the way down.

Also, Gerry yelled at me "Go, go, GO!" urgently. I looked up in the direction of the house, and saw that the floodlight had been turned back on, and BIL was rushing down the hill in my direction. Gerry was yelling at him from the deck to come back to the house.

BIL has a long history of violence with women. His wife divorced him after he choked her during a fight until she blacked out. He is now seeing this idiot girl and she sometimes calls me and describes their fights to me. Believe it or not, she seems to be bragging about how violent he is. I guess she thinks it is cool to be with a dangerous man. I had never seen BIL go psycho personally. I guess you have to be there. She had described to me in detail the totally freaky look he gets on his face (and those EYES! Shudder) when he blows up. I never really knew whether to believe her or not. As it turns out, her description was spot on!

This man needs help. I don't say that because I'm giving him any slack for what he did. I only say it because I am a good earthling. He shouldn't be walking around with normal people. He should be locked up until he gets proper help and medication. I intend to see if I can make that happen. That, and a restraining order.

You'll have to pardon me now. It's time for me to roll around in a pile of kitties. I plan to do nothing today. No phone calls. No fretting. Who knows, maybe no crying. I can hope, can't I?

As for Gerry, I have no clue what's going on with him. That is just going to have to wait.