My ex-wife tried to kill me a few years ago. She just moved in three houses down from me.

I’m struggling with how to even process this. A few years back, things with my ex-wife reached a breaking point. She was struggling with substance abuse, alcohol and pills, and I had discovered she’d been emotionally cheating on me with multiple guys throughout our marriage.

I found the messages on her phone while she was passed out one night, she was sending nudes and having suggestive conversations with all of them.

Honestly, the disrespect started almost immediately. She later admitted that the first week after she moved in with me, she had her ex drive past our place; she got in the car right in front of our house and they kissed.

When she woke up that night and realized I’d seen the messages on her phone, she completely snapped. The confrontation started with her physically attacking me.

She was hitting me repeatedly, I actually have video of this part where she is clearly intoxicated and being violent, though i won't share them because i want to remain anonymous.

Earlier that day, I’d had a bad gut feeling and secretly unloaded the shotgun we kept in the house. It’s the only reason I’m still alive today.

As she was attacking me, she grabbed the shotgun, aimed it at me, and pulled the trigger. I heard the "click" of the firing pin hitting an empty chamber, and it absolutely devastated me.

That moment, the realization that the person I loved actually intended for my life to end right then, was soul crushing.

While she was stunned that it didn't fire, I managed to wrestle the gun out of her hands. That’s when things escalated even further. Since the gun didn't work, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

She tried to stab me but when she couldn't get close enough, she threw the knife at me and started shattering glass cups in my direction.

I managed to run into the hallway and barricade myself behind a door, holding it shut with my weight while she spent five minutes trying to break through to get to me.

I called they only person I knew that was available and could make it to help, my mom. I know, not my ideal option, but the only one besides the cops at the time.

When she arrived, I finally opened the door so we could get my ex out of the house. But as we were trying to get her to leave, she managed to grab the shotgun again and almost pointed it at my mom. I had to step in and take it away from her again.

The reason I didn't go to the police back then was because we were both smoking weed at the time, unsurprisingly, she was the one who had introduced me to it in the first place.

The one who guilt tripped me back into smoking with her every time i wanted to quit, because she didnt want to loose her "smoke buddy".

Still, each time was ultimately my decision, so I digress.

Anyways, I was young and terrified that if I called the cops, I’d be going to jail too because of all the weed we had in the house. I let that fear keep me silent for years.

We finally got her belongings into a truck and got her out of my life. Or so I thought.

Ever since she’s been gone, she’s been signing my emails up for random stuff, trying to contact me just to "be friends," and even sending apologies while simultaneously requesting money on Cash App.

For years, I’ve carried this. I have the video of the initial assault and text messages from her where she explicitly admits that "pulling a gun" on me was her biggest regret.

But here’s why I’m posting this now: She just moved back. Not just to my town, but to my exact same street. She’s living maybe three houses down from me.

I can see her place from my front door. Its not her house, the owner that she knows let her stay there for now.

I’ve lived in silence trying to move on, but knowing shes just down the street, and she actually pulled the trigger on me is a different kind of terror. I just want to feel safe in my own home again.

[TLDR] My ex-wife attacked me while on drugs and alcohol. She tried to shoot me, and then tried to stab me after I confronted her about emotional cheating and sending nudes to multiple guys.

I survived because I had secretly unloaded the gun, but the "click" of that trigger pull devastated me. I didn't report it then because we were both using weed (which she introduced me to), but now she moved in just three houses down.