A letter to the man that raped my wife.

It happened so long ago that there is nothing that can be done now. Twenty-four years later, and you left a mark on her soul that my love tries to scrub away everyday.

You knew how she grew up, the demented Holiness Church that tried to protect a child rapist rather than bring reproach on their "sacred" scriptures. You knew she had only one other boyfriend when you met her.

You cajoled her with your charm and your window dressing of a life. Working with the handicapped, your soldier's uniform, your nice car, and your honey tongue.

Then, when she refused her advances, told you to take slow, you raped her. You held her down, you tore underwear, you slapped her, you cursed in her ear. You raped her.

The statutes of limitations has long run out and you, you deviant sack of shit, have moved on, set up a good little suburbanite life. Charmed your way into a tepid career and banal existence.

I have been here. Loving this woman through the hard nights. The times when intimacy is not possible. Refusing my own biological urge and denying myself pleasures out of love.

Just know you mother fucker, I am her husband. And for more than twenty years, I have gone to therapy with her. Talked to her. Let her vent on me. And tried to raise her up only to see her tear herself down.

Even though she knows in her mind you are a predator, the little girl in her, the young naive woman that she once was still blames herself for your deeds.

There is so much I would like to say to you face to face, but I would not be able to contain my rage. And I know, acting out violently would only make this worse. I could break you "little soldier boy" like a twig. You fake alpha. You lie about serving combat. You pretend, like so many, to be a hero.

I hate you. I will always hate. And she, even more so. Stalking our son Facebook. You fucking predator. Why? Try again. You are sick, sick man and I would gladly go to hell so I could torture your soul for ever.

You have left a mark that I can never remove. The damage you did to the purest heart I have ever known. I hope you die a miserable death, old, alone your body ravaged by a horrid disease. Abused in some state owned home with roaches feeding your wounds. Eating the most vile foods.

Know this, we have made love in a way, you are so incapable. I have felt this woman's heart beating in time with my own. You took something from her, but I gave her what I could in return.

Rot in hell you vile Plebeian. You know who you are. Makes flights of demons drag you to hell.

The Husband.