I Was Nearly Murdered in My Sleep

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Prologue Yesterday morning my spouse left home to go to her parents' house for a family function. Even though I was not invited, I gave hrt full permission. She went with one daughter. Two of my sons were informed since the day before that she would be returning late at night. That was her excuse for bringing along another set of clothing. The point here she had many times in the past returned late at night but never did bring any spare clothing. At 8.00 pm the daughter returned alone. When asked she said the mother would be sent home by her twin sister. At 11.30pm I tried to call her. Twice she did not answer. At the third time there was no ringing tone because she had alreadyswitched off her hand set. Together with my two sons I went to her parents' house. Her youngest brother said she went to her twin's house. It was already past midnight. I called her sister's handset. I was also cut off. She returned home close to 1.00 am this morning. The truth came out. She went to a social gathering of her former school mates. This upset me because she did not ask for my permission. The gathering included singing and dancing. She had never danced with me before even though I did ask her to several times in the past. If you know my life story you would probably understand why we ha a short argument about it. The daughter butted in and defended her mother. She came short of hitting me with an aerosol can. This is one daughter I failed to educate. I had various jobs during the time she was growing up. Her mother, grandparents and aunts managed to brain wash her. So I was the no good, irresponsible bum. The money that I gave to her via her mother was said to be her mother's. My third son came out of his room and defended me. I did not brainwash him. He saw, heard, and experienced many things in the past and came to his own conclusions. In fact his younger siblings also came to similar conclusions. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they had less contact with their relatives. I thought it ended there. The Act About three hours ago I became tired while trying to comment the responses I received for yesterday's discussion. I laid down on the floor with my feet on the chair. Within seconds I fell asleep. A noise woke me up at around 2.30pm My second daughter was standing near my head with a kitchen knife in her left hand. Her mother was holding her right hand. The size of the knife? One and a half inch wide, seven inches long blade. I sat on the chair. She was determined to kill me because she said there was nothing good in me. Her mother tried to stop her because she did not want a murder in the house, not because she cared for me. There was a short struggle with me involved because her mother was not strong enough for her. I took away the knife and put it on the computer desk thinking that she would cool down. She made a lunge and took it back. The knife was wrested free and was put further away on the desk. She stood for a while and grabbed a pair of scissors. I took away the scissors and sat on the chair. She left the room. All the time she was screaming things which were untrue or presented in a bad light. It took me some time to write this down, not because I was in shock but because of how far things had gone. Thank you for lending me your ears. all the best, rosdimy