I had found rock bottom. For some that is usually drugs or booze. For me it was the man I had married. Because of him I am laying here inside an ambulance awaiting transport. Feeling my clothing being cut away as the last of my dignity is tossed out the window, as I lay partially naked exposed to all that passed by. Feeling the blood run down the side of my face where I had been shot. Feeling the burning sensation in my right shoulder registering I had been shot more than once. The reality was I was laying there not knowing if I was living or dying. Unsure of the safety of my children, knowing that I was in no position to protect them. Knowing that my soon to be ex-husband was on the loose with a gun. The last of my sanity in that moment had to be slipping as all I could think as the ambulance pulled away was, damn they just cut of my brand new bra and jeans. Bad s**t never happens when I wear my old worn out work clothes. Go buy something new finally and my world goes straight to hell.