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[libodem]

8. I don't see the restraining order one, here

That was probably the time I came closest to being stalked and murdered by my exhusband, during our separation.

He had hunting rifles but he went out and purchased a handgun, after I left him. I found the paper describing the gun and took it to my lawyer. He blew me off, because it was 1984 and there were no laws against it back then.

One night, I was driving home from work, he waited on an off ramp, and jumped on the freeway as I drove by. When I saw him in my rear view mirror, all the spit in my mouth dried up and I tasted tin. Both my legs started shaking so violently I could barely drive. He chased me all the way to the battered women's shelter, and I had to ring and bang and beg them to let me in before he could get me, they broke the rules and buzzed me in. They are not supposed to open the door if an abuser can get in with you. I was sure he was going to kill me and the baby inside me, right then and there.