last Monday my husband, a nice guy, after ranting for a bit about terrorists, came over to me, to kiss me I thought. He hit my head and then started to choke me, shouting "be healed." I managed to get away from him and he kept yelling "be healed" and saying that I was bewitched and had put a curse on him. Then in a normal tone he handed me the phone and suggested I call a friend. I called the police, who thought we were having an argument. I was so terrified I just grabbed some things and left, went to stay at a hotel. I went back with a police officer the next day to get my meds and some clothes. He acted pretty weird, but the officer didn't see any reason for a 5150. On Wednesday I convinced a friend of my husband to go back with me and a police officer to check on my husband. They made me stay in the car outside while they went in the house. I heard a gunshot and didn't know if my husband or the officer was killed. Turns out my husband attacked the police officer with a knife. They shot him, tazered him twice, and finally about five officers wrestled him to the ground. I couldn't see any of it, except the original police officer backing out to the street with his gun drawn.
I was taken to the police station with our friend, who fortunately is a former NYPD cop, and he was able to help me quite a bit. I think the police were friendlier to me because I was there with a former cop for a friend. Also, he was the only actual witness to what happened, and since every time the police shoot someone they really go through a lot scrutiny, they are glad that the only witness is a former cop. We were there at the police station for 8 hours, sitting in a conference room, while they tore my house apart, searching it. They found more guns than I knew my husband had - some serious weapons. I feel I had a lucky escape, he could have easily killed me being so much taller and stronger than I am.
so, anyway, I don't know where he is, or what is happening to him. I understand that what happens depends on the doctors - if they think he is crazy, then he goes to the state mental hospital, if they think he was on drugs, then it is a criminal case and he will go to trial and to jail. either way, I think I will never see him again, and anyway if I did see him again I would be so afraid I wouldn't be able to turn my back to him. I am in so much pain I don't know what to do. My friends are very kind, but at night I am all alone. I don't want people to say nice platitudes to me - it is an awful situation, the worst in my life, and I feel like dying.