I can think of one thing in my life that qualfies. I was living with my dad and step mon at the time. My step-dad(who was already divorced from my mom) hung himself in a mental hospital. I remember getting the call, and I was so happy it was like finding out Santa Claus is real. My step dad was a awful human being. He would hit my mom, and he was mean and frankly I proably became fat and shy because of him, because as a kid I didn't like going out of my room.
Still I sometimes feel bad that I still feel kind of happy that he is dead. Just seems wrong to feel "good" about someone dying,especially the way he went out but I can't help it. I hated him and I still do. My hate for him,surpasses any normal compassion I would have for another, in a similar situation.
Jason
Still I sometimes feel bad that I still feel kind of happy that he is dead. Just seems wrong to feel "good" about someone dying,especially the way he went out but I can't help it. I hated him and I still do. My hate for him,surpasses any normal compassion I would have for another, in a similar situation.
Jason