Hi KD,
Thanks for your support on this very tender subject!!
Right now I'm glad he isn't here anymore, and that I let the deciding factor be Gods wrath. He suffered in horrible pain
and I don't care at all. I pretended for my mothers sake. But
I would never go back to the grave to see him. My mothers
ashes are buried with him. That's ironic for me. To think I told her the truth, and she still wanted to buried with him??
go figure.
I use to stay up nights wondering how I'd kill that awful man, and I never had any peace of mind. I hated to be alone with him. Even now I can still see his face and that ever shiteaten grin on him......." almost like saying I got
away with it and you lose cause she didn't believe you"!!!!

Who has the last laugh in these situations? No one!! I cry
sometimes cause I wanted my mother to PROTECT me from him, and yet it seems like she threw me to him.

Can I ask you something KD??? DID SHE DO THIS SUBCONSCIOUSLY/ OR SO HE'D STAY WITH HER????
I like to think she didn't realize what she did............and who
she did it to????