I saw her obituary by chance while scrolling through the alumni facebook page. She would be greatly missed by her loving husband, two children, and a host of friends.
She had always been cute and very popular. So sweet, everyone said. I never would have described her that way. She degraded me daily, making fun of my knockoff clothes and my awkwardness - my bad skin and good grades. She made going to school feel like a daily risk, as if navigating a minefield.
I hated her.
Part of me felt obligatory sadness at the news.
A bigger part did not.
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I know this feeling. One of my classmates, who was Mr. BMOC, hated me and made my life miserable, even kicking his ass didn't help. Everyone took up for him. But I got the last laugh. He is in prison for embezzlement. I should send him a letter with a laughing face on it. But knowing he has lost everything make me smile.
Completely honest. I think most of us have someone like that in our past.
I understand this feeling too. My son had a brutal bully in school. Unfortunately (and I was truly sympathetic to his parents), the young man died. He was then made into some sort of martyr by his parents and coaches. I cringe every time someone talks about what a nice kid he was.
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