Found out today via the internet that my ex-husband died some years ago. It was a fairly short marriage, six years of DV that started just four weeks after we married. I really couldn't give a shit that he’s dead. My only emotion is one of intense curiosity as to exactly when it was and what happened. Actually, that isn’t entirely true as I’m also quite pleased that I’ve outlived the bastard. Annoyingly I’m not in touch with anyone who knew him although there is someone on Facebook that would know. I’m sorely tempted to message them.