I have the same feelings Hashi, in regards to feeling as though I will be able to finally communicate with them after they die as to how their behaviour affected me, and they will listen this time...and will feel the dismay of knowing that there is nothing they can do now to make it right again...that will be their hell.
I also believe the person is forced to re-visit their life, every moment of it and see where they hurt others. I somehow intuit that's how things work...though I don't really know of course. For years I've felt diabolical for thinking that things will be better when they die. They will finally be forced to look at themselves, and see the truth. Denial is not an option in those last moments.
Sometimes I imagine my provider is already dead and sees me while I am working...and is forced to really see me, the way I am, and cannot escape the fact that he missed that his whole life. What a tragic thing to discover after you die. That to me is the scariest, saddest thing, and I truly feel scared for him. I have a feeling he has already died, but haven't googled his name yet. This thread reminded me I could do that and find out. A part of me wants to know, and another part of me is a bit frightened to know?
I have thought about what I will say at his funeral so many times now, and how peoples faces would turn to shock when they started to hear what I had to say. I would tell the truth about him, and they would sit there in disbelief. I imagine my brothers would even stop me halfway through and physically remove me from the stage.
I feel conflicted about knowing I'd feel relief and then also feeling guilty that I have not had the same level of abuse (trying not to compare my story to anyone elses here, but it's still hard to feel justified sometimes when there was no sexual abuse). I guess I'm still battling the wiring from having lived with them for so many years...and the familiarity...and the fact that I am still finding my own family here and now. I did feel relief a few weeks ago...I think he is dead. I don't know for sure though. I'm a bit scared to check google...
I don't really miss them, but I do sometimes feel really bad about leaving my mother to grow old and die, even though my brothers will be with her. I am still going through the battle of fighting the urge to call her. When I think about calling her, my brain is flooded with this feeling of well being and relief...which is confusing. Cutting them off felt so wrong, even though I knew it was the right thing to do for me. So, it's still confusing at times.
I also feel hated by my middle brother, who was my fathers mini me, and sacrificed his own individuality to be his narcissistic supply, and who is the primary money maker in the family, and will be the one to pay for old peoples homes etc. I'm sure he will never forgive me, but part of me feels it is my revenge to them both for being such f*cktards to me for so many years.