later. I was pregnant, we had to go on welfare, and that welfare thing totally crushed him. It seemed to just drain all the confidence out of him. He started drinking more and more,â recalled Anne. âI kept telling him that if he kept drinking and acting like that, he was gonna go to jail. He didnât listen to me, of course. He just kept pouring Rainier Beers down his throat one right after the other.â
It wasnât until after their six-month anniversary that Anne Webb glimpsed the first shadows of her husbandâs dark side. She rationalized them away as mere manifestations of his stress and physical discomfort. âBy the time I recognized the dark side for what it was, it was a total eclipse,â she said years later. âHis dark side was so dark that even I couldnât miss it. Iâll never forget it. Iâd never seen anything like it. It started for me when we were enjoying a pleasant drive. We were just chatting away and I made a negative commentânot an insult or verbal abuse or anything like thatâI was just sort of venting about stuff. All of a sudden, he began crying uncontrollablyâI mean hysterical sobbing and weeping and wailing like he had just seen everyone he ever loved murdered or something. He went out of his mind. Scared the you-know-what out of me. Thatâs when I thought to myself, âWhat have I got myself into?â The next event was worse, and they all kept getting worse; he lost his temper when we were in the kitchen. He tipped over the table, then went all over the room smashing holes in the wall with his fists. I was terrified. He suddenly walked out of the room and didnât come back. I couldnât figure out what was going on. Everything was dead quiet. I finally found him. He was all curled up in the fetal position inside the cupboard underneath the bathroom sink! About three or four more times, I saw him do thatâcurl up in a ball and hide in the cupboard. Well, I knew then that I had married a first-class wacko. It was pretty obvious that I had to walk on eggshells around this guy.â
Keeping peace with her volatile spouse kept Anne on her toes; maintaining a positive relationship with her Bible-thumping in-laws required remarkable flexibility.
âOur in-laws could always find a way to make themselves right and everyone else wrong by bending some biblical reference to fit their personal agenda,â said Marty Webb. âA good example would be the time Andrew strangled his wife to death.â
âAlmost to death,â clarified Anne, âbut close enough. Picture this: Andrew is on top of me on the bed, and heâs wearing his nine-millimeter in a holster around his waist... . Thatâs where he threw me, weâre both clothed, and heâs wearing a gun. His hands are around my throat, and heâs strangling me as hard as he can. I canât breathe. My own husband is murdering me, and I have no idea whyâthis happens without warning. What could be worse? My life flashes before my bugged-out eyes, and just when I think Iâm about dead, he suddenly stops strangling me and leaves the room.â
Without taking a breather, Anne Webb leaped from the bed, ran down the stairs, out the door, and to the neighborsâ house. She banged on the door until a young boy opened it. âI ran right past the kid into the house and up the stairsâI didnât even really know these peopleâand I was screaming, âLock the doors! Lock the windows! Donât let him kill me!â I found a closet, dove into it, and piled a stack of blankets on top of me.â
Terrified and traumatized, she begged for divine intervention. âI bet I prayed with more intensity and sincerity in that dark closet than my father-in-law ever did in his entire life.â Twenty minutes later, she decided Andrew Webb wasnât coming to strangle her in the neighborsâ hall closet. Crawling out from under the
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