I'm a long time poster who has name-changed.
To cut a very long story short, someone who did me a great deal of harm when I was a teenager has recently died. Her son groomed me for a long time and sexually abused me for over a year. I was 14, he was in his late 30s. I knew him through church. He spent time in prison.
This woman let a lot of bad stuff go on under her nose. She always said she didn't know, but I can't see how that can be true. After her son was arrested, she came to my parent's house when I was away at university with an abusive, awful letter. She was eventually arrested and barred from contacting me. She stared at me every day at his trial in the corridors of the Crown Court. I was only 19.
When I found out she was dead my immediate feeling was triumph and happiness that my abuser is suffering because his mother is dead. Does this make me evil? I went through hell in their house. She knew there was something amiss. There were many adults in my life who did not protect me at this time (through school, church and some family members), but she actively tried to intimidate and discredit me as crazy.
To see many people post on Facebook, some of who I know, about the death of this 'good Christian lady' who they now think is in heaven makes me feel furious and ill. At the same time, I feel so guilty about my feelings of relief that she is dead and he is suffering.
Am I awful? And yes, I'm in therapy. This is definitely going to give me and my therapist lots to discuss next week. I don't feel like I can talk about this elsewhere. I'm moving countries in less than 2 weeks and am about to host a guest too. I can't outwardly break down.