The person I fell in love with and began building a life with was 25 years ago. The person I had a son with was 18 years ago.
The manipulative, gaslighting, self-centered, adulterous, drug adicted, drunk driving, POS, asshole that I'm glad is dead only died a year and a half ago.
The new person taints everything about the old person.
Was I stupid/willfully blind? Were they the same person all along?
It sounds so awful to say I'm glad she's dead, but I can't help but think what more damage she could have done. Hurt/killed/ruined another family's lives while intoxicated? Financially ruined my son's ability to go to college? Have our house taken away? The endless fears I lived with while she was alive.
We are taught we should love our enemies, that we should wish no other person harm, and that makes it so hard to reconcile my true feelings, especially for someone I loved.
