Ding-Dong the Witch is Dead!

It is so WRONG of me on so many levels to even be posting this, but I am. You see yesterday I uncovered what should have been some sad news but instead has made me about as happy as I can be considering my husband, The Bulldog, is currently deployed.

In an effort to entertain myself with out getting too winded, I started looking up information on my genealogy on Ancestry.com. Mostly I was researching my Dad's side of the family, who turned-out to be your basic poor-as-dirt farmers and/or farm labourers. I did turn up a tidbit that Great-great-great Uncle Walter, who was known as "The Evil One" for talking to disembodied spirits and supposedly never married, may have well married in secret two years prior to his untimely death. While trying to untangle the pile of unruly weeds that had taken over my husband's "Southern Nuts" side of the family (I consider myself a Southern Nut, so don't ya' be gettin' mad at me about that one...) which may have been drawn with a Spirograph, I was ready to call it a day. Then I decided that if "The Evil One" could possibly have a secret wife, maybe I could dig up a little dirt on my ex-husband.

My ex was a drinking, drugging son-of-a-bitch, who last I heard seemed headed to prison. Almost 25 years after the fact, I still have the occasionally bad dream about this creep. One of the biggest regrets I will EVER have in my life is that when I left this asshole I had bruises on my face, and my sweet, sweet late father asked me if that creep had done that to me. "Yes." was all I could say. It still breaks my heart that I put my precious Daddy through that. I got away from it, divorced and a few years latter I met a married my wonderful Bulldog.

Since I do keep an eye on operational security here at Kelleywood, I do occasionally try to figure out where the ex is. I ran his name on Ancestry.com. Holy cats! Guess who popped-up deceased? Uh-huh -- the ex. I always wondered how I would feel if I found-out he was dead and now I have the answer: Damn good. Really good. The two things that keep running through my head are Melanie from "Gone With the Wind" saying to Scarlett after she shoots and kills that Yankee who was robbing them: "You killed him. I'm glad you killed him." and "Ding-dong, the witch is dead..." from "The Wizard of Oz." (Ironically these two films were made in the same year.) It's wrong -- but I am just so happy. I thought I'd moved on, was over it all, and I was, but this is just the icing on the cake. I know I am supposed to say it is sad that someone would so thoroughly waste their life, and blah, blah, blah, you know all that crap people say when they execute some mass-murdering criminal, but what I feel is relief that I don't ever have to deal with his sorry ass again, that and "So long, sucker!"

Here's the deal: If anybody out there is reading this and is married to or otherwise involved with some jacked-up creep who is hurting them mentally, physically or both -- get out! RUN and don't look back. These people don't change. It is NOT about YOU, it's ALL about THEM. If you are not there, they WILL do it to someone else. You can't fix it, you can't change it, but you can move on.

Living well is indeed the best revenge.