Back in April, my mother passed away from complications of diabetes. After the initial shock of the news faded, I celebrated. This sadistic, homophobic, manipulative, lying woman is nothing more than a pile of ashes now, and will never be able to abuse me or anyone else ever again. She's dead. I won. I owe her nothing.
For anyone else who's been in the situation where an abusive person in their life has died, are these feelings normal? Probably not, but are they at least relatable? I don't feel any regrets about not being able to reconcile with her. My last couple phone conversations with my mother were very superficial but nice, more chores than anything else. Now my life will be devoted to those who are actually worth my time and energy, namely my wonderful boyfriend, who she'd never approve of.
For anyone else who's been in the situation where an abusive person in their life has died, are these feelings normal? Probably not, but are they at least relatable? I don't feel any regrets about not being able to reconcile with her. My last couple phone conversations with my mother were very superficial but nice, more chores than anything else. Now my life will be devoted to those who are actually worth my time and energy, namely my wonderful boyfriend, who she'd never approve of.