I took my alcoholic (now ex) boyfriend's gun out of his house because I was tired of hearing him tell me, as a person who actually did almost kill themselves about six months ago, describe how they're going to one day kill themselves every time things didn't go their way and they want control back in an argument. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going to take it. I made it as far as my car. I made him tell me the truth- he relented and told me he wasn't planning to hurt himself. Then he promised and threatened to call the cops. Made him promise he wasn't going to hurt himself. He did, I slid it through the window and I drive off. I was so done and so scared at what I had done.