A close.
It was all over my sister's Facebook this morning. My biological father, Stanley Max Revels, Jr. died at 4am on Friday morning. Besides a huge relief, I feel almost nothing, though after I knew he was dead I've been able to think about almost nothing but the grievous abuse I suffered at his hands. I believe I made the right choice in not seeing him before his death, and it is a fact that if he'd actually been able to speak, he wouldn't have used that time to apologize. He would have used it to manipulate, lie and abuse until his very last breath. I'm posting this here only because the few people left who read it will not judge me for it, and are very likely aware of at least some of the atrocities that occurred in my home. My sister would like to believe that Stan was a good man, and she's trying to do him the justice of only remembering the few good attributes he had. I cannot do this, and I feel it would be an insult to my own memory and feelings. I've been through far too much to have it all washed away with willingness to let such things happen. If I saw someone else going through what I went through, the man would be lucky to be alive, and I would do the great service for that person that Kate Cowan's parents did for me - I would get them the hell out of there before they were inadvertently killed when one too many ribs got broken.
Or when he put a knife in her hand and set the blade on her wrist and said 'Do it! We'd all be better off if you did!'
Yes. That happened.
No, a few deep sighs and I can still feel the truth in my mind. I won't forgive him, but I do hope to forget over time.
So there he is. Stanley Revels, abuser, ruiner, destroyer of people he was supposed to love and care for. He died 65 years too late.