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That's all I hear, "Oh, honey, it'll be okay." The thing they don't know though is that it was never bad that he died. I don't care that he died, and I know that may make me sound evil, but I say it from the bottom of my heart. Why didn't they tell me it would be okay for the 5 years I had to live with him and watch him slowly beat my mother to death. Why didn't they say it would be okay when he came home drunk every night. And why didn't they tell me it'd get better when I had to clean up his barf whenever he did come home drunk. I could have used it then, not now.