My wife's abusive father died. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to celebrate.

She has a big smile on her face even though her eyes are red and she's been crying for the last hour. While she's devastated, she admits that she's happy. His abused passed with him.<br><br>When she was thirteen, he beat her so badly that he sent her to the hospital. She had to stay there for three days. He went to jail and was let out a week later. He was back to his abusive shit in a month. She moved in with me at 18, she was scared that she'd have to look after this ogre if she didn't. I'm worried that she'll feel guilty about being this happy. He tried to kill her but somehow she was able to forgive him.<br><br>I get that this is an emotional time for her and her family, but fuck that man. Fuck him in the grave. I'm fucking glad that he's dead.<br><br>Fuck you, John. You were a terrible father to your two daughters and a terrible husband to your wife. You were a fucking waste of space and you ruined several lives. You were a monster and one day you will be forgotten and you will not be missed.<br><br>Edit: Thank you all for your kind words. My wife is going to therapy and she's agreed to start with regular therapy in the near future. While a few of you have said that you're worried she'll regret this, I do believe that she will. But this is an emotional time. She's laughing a little, but it's not the same. When this is all over we can focus on her health.