One day, hopefully very soon, he will be there, in hell, and that alone is enough to make me think twice about wishing that on anyone. If I’d been in a better mood, my psychoanalysis would have amused me, but if anything, it put me in an even darker place. I hadn’t thought it possible. At least I understood what I was feeling, not much consolation there. Of course, it was too much to hope that he would leave me alone.