I don't even know what to do anymore... I don't know which way is up... I just want to crawl away and die. He grabbed the back of my head and screamed at me while I was driving, so I drove right to the police station. He was arrested on a warrant he had in another city and I was told I could come back later if I decided to file a domestic violence complaint. The other city he had a warrant in came and got him, and let him have unlimited phone calls (there's a phone in the holding cell). He called me repeatedly, demanding that I go and get him. He's mad at me, and sees nothing wrong with what he did to me. I was driving him to his physical therapy session when all this happened. The day before that, on Thursday, I was driving him to the same place when he threatened to kill me. When I dropped him off at home that evening, he acted as if nothing had happened, and tried to kiss me goodbye. When I mentioned that he has just threatened my life not even 2 hours earlier, he blew it off as nothing. What else was I supposed to do?? Now I feel terribly guilty for going to the police, and he isn't speaking to me when I call to figure out what will be done about the bills, rent, our son, and our cat. He is on worker's compensation income, which only pays $230 a week. Rent is $640, and he can't afford it. I was paying the rent before, even though we haven't lived together in I don't know how long. What will be done with our furniture? What about our son who is asking to go see his dad? What about our cat, whose litter box he refuses to clean and he always forgets to feed? He can't walk on his own after back surgery this summer, and the grass needs to be cut, laundry needs to be done, garbage needs to go out, the dishes need to be done, and the house is a disaster. He won't let me in there to do anything that needs to be done. So what should I do?? He is mentally unstable, and has no family within 500 miles. I called his dad and he said he won't help him- he's tired of his crap and feels that at 28 years old, he needs to start being responsible for himself. I feel so terrible- like if I had kept my mouth shut and just kept driving to his appointment, then things wouldn't be so crazy right now. I'm worried sick about him (since he can't care for himself) and worried about the house, the bills, our pets, and our son.