I found out yesterday that a guy I’d been dating had died. When he and I had dated, he was a drunk (4 DUIs), our friend Andy was thrown through a window and has permanent facial nerve damage (and Will got away with it), he called me terrible things, and our relationship ended when he told people I’d raped him. When I found out, I wasn’t sad. I was so happy. I felt like the earth had excised a cancer. There is not a single person in my life I would react that way to, and my reaction scared me, but I do feel guilty about it. . .