Please take a moment and look carefully at this man. He looks like just a regular man, a person of sorts. You might think that he is a gentleman in fact. Observe his posture, glance at his tie, look at his carefully combed hair. But please take a moment to look a bit closer. Look into his eyes, you might see what I see, in fact you might not.
For a very long time this man abused me. He abused me in all ways humanly possible. He would come into my room every morning at 5 am and bite and rape me. This carried one for such a long time, I never thought I could ever be free. He even had the nerve to perform his sick acts in front of my unborn daughter.
One day I finally became free. He up and died. It is usually not nice to wish ill on anyone, and I am a big believer in always thinking positive. But the day he died of a heart attack, I was free. I was finally able to start my life over without the fear of this man. In fact, I was finally able to rest at night, knowing that I was not going to be woken up by him.
I think his wife may have been just as bad. Did she know what he was doing? Did she turn a blind eye to it? If she didn’t surely she would have heard the noise he would make trying to wake me. Sometimes I have nightmares in my mind that she sent him down to me on purpose to have his way with me. Of that I will never know.
I ask you again, now that you know the true horror of what I have told you. Look into his eyes, and tell me what you see. He is not a gentleman. He is not a man of honor. He is not a man who protects his family. He is not a man of justice. He is not a man who is careful. He is not a good husband. He is not a safe man. The only good thing about this man,
He is dead.