Today’s reader-submitted AI has been pre-empted by Rebecca’s drunken meatspace antics. Instead you get me… and people you wish were dead.
I hate my MIL. I do. This is no secret… obviously, since I’m posting it for anyone with access to the t00bs to see. She’s manipulative and emotionally abusive and wields her mother-powers to injure her sons and grandchildren just to let us know she can. And she’s a liar… don’t try to point out that she might be mistaken about something, because she’s the mother and the elder and therefore she is right. No one cares anymore. Most of my husband’s family has had enough and cut her off.
If she were to die tomorrow, I would not be sad. In fact, I think I might be happy for my husband and his brothers because they’d finally be free of that burden. People think this is a mean thing for me to say or think. But it is what it is… and I kind of hope that hell is everything she’s threatened us with, because she’ll be on the VIP escalator to the basement
It’s rare that I’m not sad for someone when I find out that their loved one has died, in fact, I seem to almost over-empathize even with people I barely know. Yet friends are shocked and uncomfortable with the fact that I think MIL’s death would be a blessing upon her family, her included. Mostly I just feel bad about not feeling bad about it.
Is it really okay to wish someone were dead? Have you ever felt relief after someone’s death? Have you ever been appalled at the posthumous love people feel for someone they never even liked before? Why do you think we feel the need to always feel bad about deathÂ or not liking someone who has died?
(stay tuned… Monday I’ll be bringing back boobies and fun)
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