I visited my perp's grave yesterday. I wanted to piss on it or deface it, but it was too close to the road and there were other graveyard visitors, so I fought away those temptations.
I told him he ruined my life, but I didn't get emotional.
I took a picture of his grave and tried to upload it here, but couldn't figure out how.
One thing that confused me is that his first wife died in 1983, which means she would have been alive during the period of my abuse, but I remember him as living alone as a widower. So my memory issues strike again.
Also, I disclosed to the local newspaper editor, who is a friend of mine. She said that my perp, even though he died at 91 years old, was referred to as "horn dog" until the end. A skirt chaser. A dirty old man.
So, while the date of the death of his first wife doesn't fit my understanding of him, the "horn dog" comment certainly does.
Recovery is possible. Hang in there, brothers.