posted on Jul, 28 2012 @ 12:36 AM
My wife tried to kill me and possibly my child, putting our entire family into financial and legal
jeopardy because of common prescription medication and doesn't remember a thing.
Ok continuing the tale with the drug angle. Lets go back seven days before I went to jail.
My wife comes home and puts up two bottles of medicine in the cupboard.
I find them and say "whats this?" she says "One is for bronchitis and one is for my neck pain."
I rush to the computer and pump the names into google and check the side effects and I warn
her "look this one can cause anxiety, depression, paranoia, hallucinations" and "Holy crap, so can this one!"
She's Asian, raised on Asian remedies, western medicine hits her like freight train.
I felt I did my part warning her.
During the week, under the stress of my child being sick and not sleeping while I'm trying to get
my programming back on track, she comes along and starts nagging me to essentially let her quit her job.
This is out of nowhere and naturally its a major source of tension.
We just bought a house fourteen months earlier and are half a million dollars in debt.
On top of it she's in this zombie like depressive state that just sucks the life right out of me.
I don't want to even speak to her. I keep my distance, stress is really awful for my arthritis/psoriasis (imagine injecting acid into your blood and
cement into your joints while scrubbing your scalp with fire ants when stress levels rise)
As the week passes. I get my kid's health back on track. Seems she's going to recover fine.
I make a new friend, a woman, on craigslist to go talk politics and comic books with.
Didn't get enough sleep so the Saturday meet up is pushed to Sunday.
I still only sleep four hours tops before rushing forty five minutes to downtown Denver to meet my new buddy.
We chat for awhile and then call it a day.
When I get home my child is very sick again and I find out that all day long she's had a bottle of
water and a bowl of ramen noodles. I'm pretty pissed. I have to stay awake to make her a significant meal.
Which in turns pushes me right into a second-wind mode, keeping me up til 4AM.
As the winter sun is rising I'm awakened to my child coughing her brains out.
I go into her room and my wife is standing by the child's bed looking like Samara from The Ring.
Gazing blankly at me while my child is staring at me, eyes bulging, like someone is choking her to
death while she heaves and gags on the mucous in her body.
I yelled something about "Are you just going to let her die? What the F is wrong with you?"
Then my wife went off, screaming, just "aaaaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiiiii" madness. Not words. Not phrases.
But bloody god damned murder insane screaming. She rushes me and attacks me screaming "You're killing me, you're killing me" over and over.
We struggle for a bit.
I actually laughed while holding her at arms length while she was taking punches at thin air.
I get away from her.
She chases me out of the room and is fighting with me.
Pushes me into our thin little deadly bathroom and I try to get out of it.
While escaping back into my daughter's room she slides on the hardwood floor and lands with an audible crack.
I shut my daughter's bedroom door, while I watch her grind her shoulder into the ground
rocking back and forth violently, like some badly acted vampire destruction scene.
My wife is out in the hall screaming like a maniac (still) about how I'm killing her at the top of her lungs.
Then she assaults the door.
Still screaming only modulating between "Aaaaaaeeeeeeeiiiii" and "you're killing me".
I'm instantly reminded of hundreds of nightmares I've had as a child/young adult of exactly this "holding the door against the psycho trying to
attack me" scenario.
I'm starting to feel what I can only guess are the edges of shock.
A warm/cold shiver/sickness/terror as if I want to faint and wake up from the nightmare.
Then she goes away.
I exit the room and she's on her floor going through paperwork from her purse like none of this ever happened.
I prepare a medicinal tea and warm up last nights soup for my daughter.
My wife leaves the house.
Forty five minutes pass and the police show up. I make the mistake talking to them.
My wife called the police thinking they'd just take me out of the house to punish me for a day.
I go to jail. That story is above. Our entire family is punished for ten months.
When I finally talk to my wife again she:
1) doesn't remember what happened that morning.
2) doesn't remember talking to the police
3) doesn't remember anything until she woke up later that day and realized I'd been carted off by police
After the prosecutor harrased (process servers randomly slamming on our door)
us for ten months I finally got a real lawyer (public defenders just said "plead guilty"), we presented
the DA with the prescriptions for the drugs my wife was on along with the laundry list of
psychosis inducing side effects. Case dropped and closed.