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Seriously, what part of Ohio?

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OP, you need to start researching Texas law. Yesterday. Probably wouldn't be a bad idea to talk to an attorney as well. In South Dakota that would have went the same way. Since you have allowed him to live there since February (first and biggest mistake), he is legally considered a tenant and you cannot immediately kick him out. The stuff he broke is his since it's his residence. Change the locks and he can break in. His residence. Anyone suggesting getting violent with him is a moron and there's a good chance you'd be facing domestic charges. Whoever said never let relatives live with you is 100% spot-on. Trick him into moving out and start eviction proceedings immediately.

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Not even an issue. He's on his way back to Ohio. All their family is up there, so no reason for him to ever come back down. I really hope he gets this under control. He'll also be extremely lucky if his liver isn't totally trashed.

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Your first mistake was allowing him to move in.

Your second will be allowing him to remain.

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Is the dog in the avatar yours?  And if yes, how did it respond to this melee?

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He will never be coming back here. Ever. He'll either stay with his parents or in a sober living facility when he gets out. There is no reason whatsoever for him to come back down here.

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He will never be coming back here. Ever.

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Your first mistake was allowing him to move in.

Your second will be allowing him to remain.

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I bet he has a helluva hangover this morning.

He will never be coming back here. Ever. He'll either stay with his parents or in a sober living facility when he gets out. There is no reason whatsoever for him to come back down here.

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Your first mistake was allowing him to move in.

Your second will be allowing him to remain.

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You don't sound like a coward at all. You sound like a man who avoided taking a human life, and that's something to be proud of.

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This will be a somewhat short reply as I'm on my phone back at the hospital. Had to leave at 6 to feed critters at home.

To address the most common question, no he will not be allowed back in our house aside from picking up his shit. Wife and I are unanimous on that. We're hoping he'll self admit to psych once he wakes up, he's still passed out. His only option today is to stay in the hospital. He has no transportation here and I will not take him back to our place. Period. We will go from there, but he will NOT be living with us.

As of 7 AM his BAC was still 0.177. Keep in mind his 0.27 last night was taken almost 4 hours after his last drink...

I can't respond to the individual posts that I'd like to on my phone, but for those that are critical of my actions, in many ways I agree with you. I can't justify some of my actions. I feel in most ways like I did the best I could given that I have NEVER dealt with someone behaving in that manner. It was truly terrifying.

Thank you everyone for your thoughts, prayers and support. We greatly appreciate it.

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Your first mistake was allowing him to move in.



Your second will be allowing him to remain.

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"but he was apparently right up in her face screaming. My reason for staying outside was that I didn't want to startle him or trigger him to do something rash."

well at least your wife knows you will protect her.... Wow.







you must be better than me. I wouldn't have put up with that at all. no matter what.

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From what my wife's said from her conversations with her parents, her dad is being quite realistic and rational about the whole situation but her mom seems to be in serious denial. I'm not sure what will happen if leaves treatment. Her dad doesn't want to let him back in the house, but their mom will cave.

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Brief background: my wife's 21 year old brother has been living with us since last February. He moved down to get away after a shitty relationship and to try to get his head straightened out. He has had problems with alcohol and drugs in the past, but had gone through a 30 day rehab program and was supposed to be sober. Ha. Ha. Ha. He's been drinking heavily since he came down. There have been some periods where he actually stays sober, but he always goes back to the booze. As a side note, he does have a history of bar fights, and blacked out rages in the past.

Also, as a side note...he's been aiming to play pro baseball for years. He works out two or three times daily and is built like a brick shithouse. 6' 2" 200#.  He has also, for at least the last couple years, been using all manner and variety of prohormones and other workout supplements. He was feeling depressed recently and got some blood work done and his testosterone was around 90 and his estrogen around 142. The doctor put him on 460mg/week of testosterone replacement. I can't help but think this played into the following.

This brings us to last night. I had gone into town to mail a package at around 3:30 PM. Returned home about 4:30. Notice BIL's Jeep is missing. My wife tells me he got upset about something and "went for a drive". That's typically been code for "go for a booze run". He comes back and sits in his cad for about 20 minutes. We suspect, correctly so, that he was out there drinking before he came in.

Turns out he pounded two bottles of Fireball whiskey and then followed it up with 10 bottles of 6% beer. We realized this situation was going to be difficult by about 5 PM when, after only 1 beer he was slurring his speech badly and was obviously pretty drunk already. He decided to treat drinking these beers like a race. Less than 10 minutes per bottle.

Things continued fairly peacefully until probably 7 PM. He got started on his "woe is me, my life sucks" spiel and started getting all weepy and shit. At some point it started shifting to anger and then exploded very rapidly...

While my wife was out on the front porch talking to their mom about the situation at hand, he made his way out from his room where I was praying he would just pass out. No such luck. He went out to the porch as well, and not too long thereafter I hear him yelling loudly then hear banging and crashing. I immediately went to our bedroom and grabbed my S&W 645. By the time I got back to the front door things had escalated. He was rampaging around the porch throwing things and punching walls and what not. I opened the front door and my wife pushed inside and closed and locked it. I quickly went to the back and locked the back door.

This was about the time I first contemplated involving law enforcement. I should have listened to my instincts. He disappeared for a short time, less than 10 minutes. Then he reappeared at the front door and started banging and kicking at the door. I truly thought he was going to kick it in. My wife went to the door asking him to calm down and to take it down a notch or two, and he did, long enough to get back inside.

He started making trips to his room and throwing his clothes and crap out the front door onto the porch and lawn. In the process of this we can tell his rage is growing again. I went to the kitchen in between his trips and got our coats and shoes. We were getting ready to bug out. I went out the back with the dogs since our gate doesn't open and you have to hop the fence to get out, wife was going to meet me outside. She ended up in the living room with him while I was out front.

I admit, and I'm ashamed, that I stayed outside and listened instead of actually going in at that point. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. Then the crashes started. Turns out he demolished one of our tray tables and upended and destroyed our coffee table. Luckily, he never actually laid a hand on my wife, but he was apparently right up in her face screaming. My reason for staying outside was that I didn't want to startle him or trigger him to do something rash.

At this point, hearing the crashing and screaming I finally called 911. I told them we had a domestic disturbance, that my BIL who lived with us was very drunk and threatening violence. They dispatched a county sheriff immediately. Unfortunately, we're rural and response time ended up being about 12-15 minutes. We ended up locking ourselves in the tack room in one of the barns. I know I probably sound like a total coward here, but let me lay it out a bit clearer. I'm 6' 1" 150#. He's 6' 2" and probably 200# of solid muscle. I have never been in a physical fight in my 30 years, and this wasn't going to be my first. I also REALLY did NOT want to have to shoot my wife's brother...

Finally the deputy shows up and makes contact with her brother. He broke down crying sobbing again with the cop. The deputy comes over to us and starts discussing the situation. Because he never laid a hand on either of us, he could not arrest her brother. Nor could he make him leave for the night since this is his legal residence, despite him not being on the lease. The cop told me straight up, "until he hits either of you, I can't do anything". I was a bit taken aback by that, but OK fine, we figure we'll bug out to a hotel since he obviously can't drive.

Her brother apparently tells the cop he wants us to take him to the hospital. OK fine. Cop leaves, things stay peaceful, we get him to the hospital. Apparently he immediately started getting belligerent with the doctor and nurses. Shocking.

3.5 hours after he stopped drinking his BAC was 0.277...  He finally ended up falling asleep at some point. I came home at about 6 AM to get all the horses fed, wife is still there.  

I may not have conveyed everything in the best way, but I'm working on absolutely 0 sleep and am a bit fried after that. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life.

I know this is really long, if anything is unclear, just ask and I can clarify.

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Keep an axe handle leaned up behind the door. A little hickory shampoo will calm down most drunks.

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Ha.  I really hope no one here would call you a pussy for not shooting your drunk BIL.  Ya'll will probably laugh about the whole thing 20yrs down the road.  Shooting a family member when you could have gotten away like you did?  Ya'll would never get over that.