I'm dead serious.
He's fifty-five, never finished college, works as a janitor, has quite three jobs in the last two months, has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, pushed my mom down a flight of stairs on two occasions, beat my mom, broke a five hundred dollar television, and yeterday, threw a gallon of milk at me.
Are my desires to see him dead in any way justified? Should I be disappointed in my self for feeling like this?