It's like 7:30 in the morning here now and there's no way I can go back to sleep. Wall O' Text incoming:
So this started about 5 a.m. We were awoken by a knock at the door. I wake the girlfriend up and say, "Hey...what? Someone's at the door?" She says, "Huh. Ok." I throw on some clothes and go to see what's happening. She's standing outside the bedroom watching. I go to the door and I see a shorter guy sort of slumped against my entry door, but still standing. The screen door is open and up against is back. I say "Can I help you?" Originally, I thought he said "I'm hurt" but now I realize he said "I'm home". I open the door a crack to find out what kind of hurt it is. He started to lean against the door and I said "Hold on." He keeps pushing. I said, "You don't live here" and he says "Yes I do". He pushes and I push but I'm in house shoes so my feet are slipping. I say again that he doesn't live here and he again he says "Yes I do". Suddenly he's inside standing in my living room and I'm wondering what the fuck I'm going to do now. He was wobbling a little bit and you could easily could smell the alcohol on him.
"Why are you guys in my house?" he says. I told him we live here and we have lived here for like 4 years. He says he's lived here for like 6. My girlfriend is chorusing what I'm saying but the conversation isn't going anywhere. No one is yelling, but we're all pretty on edge. I have her call the police and I'm trying to get her to back up into the first bedroom. He said he's going to take a shower. What? In my head I'm like, "Ok well if this guy goes into the bathroom and starts showering or whatever he'll be in there for a few minutes and that will give the cops time to arrive and they can deal with him." I can't get her to move to let him into the bathroom. The hallway has access to the bathroom and three bedrooms, the bathroom being the first room. I have two daughters who are asleep in the second bedroom. Her fight or flight is in full effect and she's standing her ground at the end of the hallway. She's not really listening to me. She backs up in to the doorway of the first bedroom slightly. I've taken a position in front of my girls' bedroom door. That's my line. I'm content to let him go into the bathroom but she is not.
He's a small but strong-ish looking Hispanic guy. Maybe 5' 7". She's 5' 10" and...very stout. I'm saying to him how we just need talk and lets all calm down. He wants to get by to the bathroom. That's just what he's focused on. He takes a step or two forward. She just isn't going to allow him any farther because she's already mentally drawn her line as the end of the hallway and no further. She takes a step forward and shoves him and he falls back and lands on his ass. He gets up and says "Daaaaamn" and looks at me. "You better control your female" he says. I tell her again to "Back up" and I say to him again this is our house and we're not moving out of the way and that he doesn't live here. She's wedged herself in the way and she's not going to listen to me. It was very surreal. He reaches under her arm with his hand extended to shake my hand very gently. He's like "It's okay homie, we'll figure this out. I ain't got any problems with you." then immediately looks at her with a stern look and says "Move." He is trying to push past her again. He's not moving her. I'm suddenly stuck because I'm the last line of defense for my kids but I'm watching her block this guy out like 2 feet in front of me. She shoves him again and he falls back on his ass a second time. I move up and get between them and I'm just like "WHOA! Everyone calm down!" There was a board in the bedroom. It was a bed slat to hold a mattress up for a twin bed that I hadn't taken to the garage yet. I handed it to her and moved her back into the bedroom and said "Call the police again...right now." I turn to him and say "Listen, I have two little girls in the next bedroom. You're not going any farther. This is our home." He's getting up and says "Yo...control your female." My girlfriend is full on crying now and I can hear her on the phone again to the police. Again, he reaches out real gently and shakes my hand.
He starts to look around. Suddenly, thankfully, he kind of starts putting shit together in his head. "I don't know nothing about no little girls." He says he wants a cigarette and he's looking around really confused. I'm like sure, let's go do exactly that. I say "Let's go outside and have a smoke." He says yeah and and starts to walk to the front door. He says "Sorry." and keeps walking. I manage to get him to go out first. I immediately have to make a decision here. I'm getting him calmly outside but I realize I have the option to shove him hard and he'll fall a couple steps down to the sidewalk and I can lock the door...or I can walk outside. I choose to just step outside. He's never made an aggressive move toward me. I don't know if it's because of my size (6'1" and 265) or what. Now, we're standing on my porch. He has a lighter but he can't find his cigarettes. I go in and get an old pack I had and a lighter. I tell my girlfriend I'm outside with him and we're going to smoke and he's calm. She's on the phone with the police still and give a quick description of his clothing. I debated to have her lock the door behind me but I chose not too. I didn't want to do anything to possibly have him not be calm anymore.
I go back to the porch and we started smoking. He just starts apologizing. "I didn't know." "I didn't realize." "I'm very sorry." I tell him again about why we reacted they way he did and he's 100% understanding of this. He says he lives a street over. "I didn't mean to fuck with your family. I'm real sorry." We each smoke another one. I get him a glass of water. I'm literally doing everything I can to keep him right where he is. He says he wants to walk home and I start to walk to the street with him. The cops finally pull up real gently with no lights on as we get to the end of our driveway. I find out later that the girlfriend was able to tell the 911 dispatcher that I had him outside and he was calm so they slow rolled up to the house. They do the usual asking for ID and stuff. He doesn't have one, of course. I find out his name is Juan and he's 25. His brother is Irving and 24 and it's his brother's house he's trying to get to. He can't remember his address exactly. Cops ask for his phone. They tried calling his brother on it but he didn't answer. Finally they get his address out of him and decide they are going to take him home. They put him in a squad car and take him up the block. I'm walking back inside and I see his keys on the ground. I pick them up, hop in my car and drive up to where they are to give them to the cops. The officer thanks me and says "We were just looking for those to get him inside." At this time the brother opens the door and the cops talk to him them as I'm driving away.
So I got out of this situation. I guess I'm really at fault because I should have never opened the door in the first place? I'm going to install a chain or a bar latch today sometime. Also I'm getting a baseball bat for the bedroom. We don't own a gun. What if we did? When he tried to push past her I suspect would have gotten it or immediately had her go get it. Would he have gotten aggressive as a response and it would have escalated? Now I just get to think about it all day. We're going to take the kids to the Renaissance Festival today to get out of the house and hopefully it clears my head.
TL;DR: Drunk guy pushes himself inside my house. GF puts him on his ass twice. We smoke cigs on the front porch and cops take him home.
So this started about 5 a.m. We were awoken by a knock at the door. I wake the girlfriend up and say, "Hey...what? Someone's at the door?" She says, "Huh. Ok." I throw on some clothes and go to see what's happening. She's standing outside the bedroom watching. I go to the door and I see a shorter guy sort of slumped against my entry door, but still standing. The screen door is open and up against is back. I say "Can I help you?" Originally, I thought he said "I'm hurt" but now I realize he said "I'm home". I open the door a crack to find out what kind of hurt it is. He started to lean against the door and I said "Hold on." He keeps pushing. I said, "You don't live here" and he says "Yes I do". He pushes and I push but I'm in house shoes so my feet are slipping. I say again that he doesn't live here and he again he says "Yes I do". Suddenly he's inside standing in my living room and I'm wondering what the fuck I'm going to do now. He was wobbling a little bit and you could easily could smell the alcohol on him.
"Why are you guys in my house?" he says. I told him we live here and we have lived here for like 4 years. He says he's lived here for like 6. My girlfriend is chorusing what I'm saying but the conversation isn't going anywhere. No one is yelling, but we're all pretty on edge. I have her call the police and I'm trying to get her to back up into the first bedroom. He said he's going to take a shower. What? In my head I'm like, "Ok well if this guy goes into the bathroom and starts showering or whatever he'll be in there for a few minutes and that will give the cops time to arrive and they can deal with him." I can't get her to move to let him into the bathroom. The hallway has access to the bathroom and three bedrooms, the bathroom being the first room. I have two daughters who are asleep in the second bedroom. Her fight or flight is in full effect and she's standing her ground at the end of the hallway. She's not really listening to me. She backs up in to the doorway of the first bedroom slightly. I've taken a position in front of my girls' bedroom door. That's my line. I'm content to let him go into the bathroom but she is not.
He's a small but strong-ish looking Hispanic guy. Maybe 5' 7". She's 5' 10" and...very stout. I'm saying to him how we just need talk and lets all calm down. He wants to get by to the bathroom. That's just what he's focused on. He takes a step or two forward. She just isn't going to allow him any farther because she's already mentally drawn her line as the end of the hallway and no further. She takes a step forward and shoves him and he falls back and lands on his ass. He gets up and says "Daaaaamn" and looks at me. "You better control your female" he says. I tell her again to "Back up" and I say to him again this is our house and we're not moving out of the way and that he doesn't live here. She's wedged herself in the way and she's not going to listen to me. It was very surreal. He reaches under her arm with his hand extended to shake my hand very gently. He's like "It's okay homie, we'll figure this out. I ain't got any problems with you." then immediately looks at her with a stern look and says "Move." He is trying to push past her again. He's not moving her. I'm suddenly stuck because I'm the last line of defense for my kids but I'm watching her block this guy out like 2 feet in front of me. She shoves him again and he falls back on his ass a second time. I move up and get between them and I'm just like "WHOA! Everyone calm down!" There was a board in the bedroom. It was a bed slat to hold a mattress up for a twin bed that I hadn't taken to the garage yet. I handed it to her and moved her back into the bedroom and said "Call the police again...right now." I turn to him and say "Listen, I have two little girls in the next bedroom. You're not going any farther. This is our home." He's getting up and says "Yo...control your female." My girlfriend is full on crying now and I can hear her on the phone again to the police. Again, he reaches out real gently and shakes my hand.
He starts to look around. Suddenly, thankfully, he kind of starts putting shit together in his head. "I don't know nothing about no little girls." He says he wants a cigarette and he's looking around really confused. I'm like sure, let's go do exactly that. I say "Let's go outside and have a smoke." He says yeah and and starts to walk to the front door. He says "Sorry." and keeps walking. I manage to get him to go out first. I immediately have to make a decision here. I'm getting him calmly outside but I realize I have the option to shove him hard and he'll fall a couple steps down to the sidewalk and I can lock the door...or I can walk outside. I choose to just step outside. He's never made an aggressive move toward me. I don't know if it's because of my size (6'1" and 265) or what. Now, we're standing on my porch. He has a lighter but he can't find his cigarettes. I go in and get an old pack I had and a lighter. I tell my girlfriend I'm outside with him and we're going to smoke and he's calm. She's on the phone with the police still and give a quick description of his clothing. I debated to have her lock the door behind me but I chose not too. I didn't want to do anything to possibly have him not be calm anymore.
I go back to the porch and we started smoking. He just starts apologizing. "I didn't know." "I didn't realize." "I'm very sorry." I tell him again about why we reacted they way he did and he's 100% understanding of this. He says he lives a street over. "I didn't mean to fuck with your family. I'm real sorry." We each smoke another one. I get him a glass of water. I'm literally doing everything I can to keep him right where he is. He says he wants to walk home and I start to walk to the street with him. The cops finally pull up real gently with no lights on as we get to the end of our driveway. I find out later that the girlfriend was able to tell the 911 dispatcher that I had him outside and he was calm so they slow rolled up to the house. They do the usual asking for ID and stuff. He doesn't have one, of course. I find out his name is Juan and he's 25. His brother is Irving and 24 and it's his brother's house he's trying to get to. He can't remember his address exactly. Cops ask for his phone. They tried calling his brother on it but he didn't answer. Finally they get his address out of him and decide they are going to take him home. They put him in a squad car and take him up the block. I'm walking back inside and I see his keys on the ground. I pick them up, hop in my car and drive up to where they are to give them to the cops. The officer thanks me and says "We were just looking for those to get him inside." At this time the brother opens the door and the cops talk to him them as I'm driving away.
So I got out of this situation. I guess I'm really at fault because I should have never opened the door in the first place? I'm going to install a chain or a bar latch today sometime. Also I'm getting a baseball bat for the bedroom. We don't own a gun. What if we did? When he tried to push past her I suspect would have gotten it or immediately had her go get it. Would he have gotten aggressive as a response and it would have escalated? Now I just get to think about it all day. We're going to take the kids to the Renaissance Festival today to get out of the house and hopefully it clears my head.
TL;DR: Drunk guy pushes himself inside my house. GF puts him on his ass twice. We smoke cigs on the front porch and cops take him home.
