Wife quacks suicide...
and makes it sound real. Especially the part about picking up the cats. Of course I'm at work. Its almost quitting time so I call the police and head over to her apartment. She's fine but she is most certainly messed up on something. I talk to the nice police officers a little, the emt's arrive and try to get her to go to the hospital for evaluation. I talk some to her and convince her to go. She's taken to the crisis center and I'm left at the apartment. I'm taking the day off tomorrow to go get the cats and any other important stuff I left behind from when I moved out. She should be there in the hospital for 72 hours.
The good news is my recovery tools worked as advertised, I coped very well and had minimal interaction with her before she was hauled away.
Thank you SR. This could have been a codie nightmare but ended up being not that big of a deal.
Your friend,