We got in the car, I started to laugh. Terry asked what was so funny. I told him that he is normally laid back type of person, but singing with the radio ...  that was just too relaxed for him. He had never done that before. And for some reason I found it extremely funny. Next thing I know he was singing and laughing. If I hadn't been pregnant, I would have walked back in there and asked for the same happy pill that they had given him. We went on to the Waffle House to get something to eat. And we sat there and talked calmly about Bobby.

Such a strange conversation. Terry voice kept getting softer and softer.  I kept telling him to speak up. Then it dawned on him that he was as high as a kite.  Not a worry in the world. We finished eating and then went home.

As I got Terry out of the car and into the house, Bobby couldn't manage to keep himself out of the way. And I hollered at him. I put Terry to bed. When I came back out Bobby had fifty thousand questions. I  told him that Terry was fine now. But that the doctor said that he had been on the verge of a heart attack. The minute those words came out of my mouth, I regretted saying them.

I told him that I wanted no more shit out of anyone in this house. I wasn't going to tolerate anything. Bobby asked what  I was going to do if he caused any trouble. I turned around and looked at him, with the most serious look I could manage. And I told him, that he didn't want to know. And I went to clean the kitchen up.

Bobby came into the kitchen and asked if I had brought any Pepsi home. I told him that yes I did and as soon as I was done in the kitchen I would go to the car and get them. He would have to wait.

He snatched the keys off the counter and took off for the front door. I caught up wit him and snagged on to the back of his shirt.  Turned him around and put my hand out for the keys. He said no he wasn't going to give them to me. I told Bobby that I was in no mood or condition to be playing games and he was to hand over the keys. He said no again and if I wanted them I would have to take them from him. Now he knew that almost eight months pregnant that getting into a battle with him, I would end up in the hospital.

I kept my hand out for the keys. by now he thought this was funny. Terry was sleeping and here I was trying to get the keys from him. I told him that I wasn't going to ask again for them. To hand them over before he had more than he could deal with. He started to laugh and I could see the change coming over him. I thought Oh Shit, now or never. I took my hand and smacked him across the jaw just as hard as I could. Then took that same hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, and took every ounce of strength I had and bounced him off the wall.  I now had him in a corner with his shirt and skin in my hand. I never blinked. I told him I'm tired, give me the f****** keys before I make me a new window with you. He just stood there for a minute, and very slowly handed the keys to me. I let go of him and about this time Terry came out of the bedroom and wanted to know what was going on. Bobby walked past him saying "Nothing, Mom has just gone nuts." and went to his room.  I went out the front door. And sat down on the steps and cried. Terry came out and asked what happened. And I told him what had occurred. Terry got upset for two reasons, one that I didn't come and get him, and two that I could have been hurt.

We believe that I had scared Bobby just enough that he didn't know what I would do.  And had I known earlier that bouncing him off the wall would have made a difference I would have done it a long time ago.