He came home drunk and yelling at me so I ran into the bedroom threw myself in our bed and started crying. Still hearing him yelling in the other room he suddenly rushed into the room, I had my face in the pillow and heard him say "hey you wanna see this" or Something along those lines and I turn over and look and he pulls out a gun I jumped up so quickly and screamed over and over at first I didnt know if he was going to kill me or him. Then he put the gun to his head and I just kept screaming and crying no no no stop please stop. And he tried to pull the trigger and some how by the grace of God his gun jammed. I just can't believe I experienced this. I dont think I will ever get this out of my head. Im 5 months pregnant with his child. But I am moving out tomorrow. And so thankful I will not be around this anymore.