Becky allowed this friend to let her stay at our place till he got his own place. He went crazy the other night and put a knife to her throat. She ran downstairs with me till the cops came. They did not get here for an hour. Cop said the dispatcher was WRONG and they should have gotten a number one call. He beat the house apart, ran at the cops with a gun...they pulled a gun on him. Becky tried to run upstairs to get the cats, I held her back. I wish the cops had shot him . They sent him to the mental ward and I bet him has gotten out because I see his number on the phone. Friggin courts! I am afraid for Becky...she leaves at 5:00 in the morning for work.