My ex. He's the father of my eldest child but hasn't seen him since he was a tiny baby so DS has no memory of him whatsoever. Thankfully.
It was 6 and a half years of stress, violence and misery. He destroyed me physically and mentally. Every type of abuse you can think of, he did to me. I don't know how I made it out alive.
Last night my friend sent me a news article. He was found dead in his prison cell. He actually died in 2019 but his family didn't tell anybody, atleast not me. There was an inquest and that's why it was in the news.
The amount of times I'd wished him dead I expected to feel elated but I just feel sad. He was a very mentally and emotionally damaged person mentally, and he went on to damage others. I wasn't the only one unfortunately.
Yet there were good times, many of them, interspersed with the bad. I loved him once upon a time.
He died alone in a prison cell and left a note saying he feels unwell. Then he was gone. I bet he was scared.
This doesn't feel as good as I thought it would.
Thank you for reading 😟