A person I used to be very good friends with turned his back on me a few years ago. He took advantage of our friendship, and exploited it every way he could. I hated him. I stopped talking to him, didn’t want anything to do with him, wished him dead many times. I found out last month from his ex-girlfriend that he died from a seizure in his sleep…. and I’m so relieved that he is gone forever…. I know it’s terrible that I feel this way, and I know I shouldn’t. But, a weight has been lifted off my shoulder that had been sitting there for over five years. He is gone, and he took all the problems and hate he brought with him away. I don’t feel bad that he’s gone.
