Let me tell you all a story about the time I lived with a crazy bitch with a gun.
I was a youngster in the army. My first tour of duty in Cali and I was a habitual cheater. I fucked around and caught a case of the crabs from some bitch on base. I went to the flight doctors office to get some cream to treat them sumomobitches and didn't say shit to my girl that I lived with. Yeah I was young and stupid.
I had a plan see. I would go to bed wearing biker shorts so them crustaceans wouldn't escape in the sheets and I had stopped having sex with my girl a week prior. I made sure to change the sheets and bleach them bitches in hot water every day and I got away with it because she got off later than I did. While changing the sheets I found a. 357 under her side of the mattress.
That shit changed everything. If she coughed in her sleep I dam near shitted. When she shifted to get comfortable I was staring at the ceiling. I was cooking every meal we ate. When it came to the laundry I was like them Chinese dudes in those old western movies.
After I got rid of that ecosystem I had living in my draws I stopped cheating while I was with her. That .357 was a come to Jesus moment for ya boy. The moral of the story is don't cross a woman who sleeps with a gun and she never told you she had it.
FYI... She was crazy because I found out she was still married and she didn't tell me.