Revenge On My Deceased Ex Husband

This isn't a sex related confession. It's desecration, no other word for it, but it's done and I'd probably do it again.

I was raised by strict religious parents and was encouraged to marry right out of high school to a man twelve years older. I thought he was wonderful, but he started changing as soon as we married. On our wedding night, I was a virgin and my hymen was intact and thick, but he didn't any think foreplay was necessary. He told me it was like pulling off a band aid and basically r**ed me. Within a few weeks he was verbally abusing and beating me. I put up with it. I was always taught it was God's plan that wives submit to their husbands.

He began having affairs and I put up with that too. I don't know, maybe I was hoping that when I got pregnant he'd stop all this. It never happened. We were married three years when he left me for another woman.

I filed for divorce and was shunned by our church and my parents as if it was my fault our marriage failed. With the help of friends and social workers I found the courage to start a whole new life. While I was in community college, I met a man who taught me what real love is. I got pregnant in no time, probably on our honeymoon, and we had a son who is now getting ready for college in the fall.

My ex husband died recently of a massive heart attack. He was 54 and all alone. All his women, his friends, and his family had abandoned him. He never had the child he wanted.

I took the day off work and drove to his funeral visitation, which in his case was right before the funeral itself at the cemetery. Nobody else attended, unless they came and went before I got there. Nobody. I knew the owner of the mortuary and she said it was very kind of me to come. It was an open casket affair, and I told her I'd like some time alone with him. She said to take as long as I wanted.

As I pretended to talk to him and say goodbye, I slipped three photographs under his suit and lay them next to his heart. One of the pictures was of me nude in front of a fireplace making romantic, passionate love to my second husband when we were newlyweds. The second was of my husband standing behind me caressing my baby bump. The third was a recent picture of my husband and me just walking along a beach, hugging and smiling at each other.

I told the mortician I'd said my goodbyes and not long afterward they closed the casket and carried it to the hearse. I followed it to the cemetery. I stayed on the cemetery grounds until they covered him up.

I know it's beyond petty and vindictive, but I wanted him to moulder in his grave for eternity with proof of my happiness next to his heart.