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Enough of that guy anyway

After further thought on the phrase ‘The good dies young,’ a saying that often implies that the virtuous are taken from us too soon, I must interject my own opinion.

This quote, coined and very popular, may be accurate for some; however, I have witnessed the opposite this week. Someone who was a rapist, woman beater, narcissist, and actively succeeded at making me fully believe that my own family hated me passed away. 

I would like to tell you that a smile didn’t plaster across my face, but I would be lying to you if I told you that. Not only did I feel joy, but I felt relief. Relief that I will never run into him, have to deal with the pain of seeing his face, and wondering if he’s lurking in the shadows like he used to.

I would like to tell you that I hope he repented and asked the Lord for forgiveness for treating me like I was less than human, for making me feel as if I weren’t with him, then I would not have the opportunity to be with anyone. But I hope his afterlife is as painful, if not more than, how he died.

I would like to tell you that in my dreams, I wasn’t dancing on his grave, but I was. 

In fact, I stomped on it and then danced!

So cheers to the death of the person who raped me, punched me, and left my face bloody before he threw me out of his car on a dark country road. He left me to rot, but what he didn’t know was that God had plans for me and my life. So he covered me and led me to a family that not only drove me home, but also prayed over me before I left their car. This experience, harrowing as it was, only strengthened my faith and resilience.

You thought you could kill me, but you went first!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

23 Replies to “Enough of that guy anyway”

    1. Thank you LG! Yeah I thought twice about posting this one but then I thought why? I am happy that I will never bump into him and have to see his face ever again. He brought me hell on earth.

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  5. Oh my Bella, I must have missed the last chapter.. I’m heading back to see what I missed.
    I’m soooo sorry you had to go through this and relieved you made it through This is surreal. “Ding dong the witch (dick) is gone”… I couldn’t resist.. xo 🙏🏼

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  6. Thank you for sharing this incredibly raw and powerful piece of your story. It is an honor that you chose to trust readers with this truth.

    What you have written is not just a blog post; it is a testament to your survival. You have taken a narrative that so often belongs to the abuser—the narrative of silence, shame, and fear—and you have seized it back with both hands.

    You are correct to challenge the saying. “The good dies young” is a sentiment for tragedies, not for the departure of those who cause them. Your feelings of joy and relief are not just valid; they are a natural, human response to the end of a long, terrifying chapter. You are not obligated to perform grief for your tormentor.

    The image of you dancing on his grave, both in your dreams and in your words, is not one of cruelty. It is one of profound liberation. It is the sound of chains breaking. It is the visual representation of a spirit that he tried to crush, but could not.

    Your final lines are the heart of it all:

    “You thought you could kill me, but you went first!”

    This is your victory chant. He tried to break your body, your spirit, and your connections, but you are still here. You are here, writing with a power and clarity that proves his ultimate failure. The fact that you were led to a family that prayed over you is a beautiful, tangible sign that you were, and are, covered in grace.

    Your faith and resilience were not just preserved; they were forged in fire and emerged unbreakable. Cheers to you—to your survival, to your voice, to your dance, and to the life that is unequivocally and triumphantly yours.

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