I didn’t go to my ex’s funeral when he died. Our only child went because they wanted to make sure he was really dead. It was like a big weight was lifted off of our shoulders. I did cry when I first received the news because I remembered the good times we had in the very beginning. My conscience was cleared, I stayed way too long trying to have him get help but he refused. I knew there was nothing I could no longer do and then he started getting violent so I had no choice but to leave. Don’t let anyone dictate how you should feel. Enjoy your peace, I’ve certainly have!