It's the MLC, not the infidelity

[SirPrizeMe]

I talked to a friend who went through some tough stuff a while back. he said he developed this thing to help him get back to sleep at night. He fantasizes. About good stuff, fun stuff. He imagines being on a beach, or driving a sports car, or just doing stuff that makes him feel good.

I've been doing that lately when I go to sleep at night. Usually I fantasize about a house. About getting my own house again. I visualize myself approaching the house.It's evening. it's dusky. the lights are on in the house. My kids are there, home from school. they're in the kitchen, hanging out, chatting, having a snack. I come in from work, I smile, greet them all. In my dream, my 12-yr old is a strapping boy of 16. He's shaving and taller than me.

It's warm in the house. The kitchen is spacious and open and friendly and welcoming. The other kids are watching TV, relaxing.

It's a nice dream. One day I'll have a home again!

When I slept I dreamt of my wife. Not in a desperate, I-am-dying-without-her sort of way. But in a fond-memories kinda way. I dreamt we were in bed together again. Back when we were together, when we'd lie in bed together she'd rub her feet on my feet. She'd reach for me and we'd cuddle and snuggle, and we'd whisper and murmur and giggle to each other about any old thing. And sometimes we'd make love. That was sweet times. That's what I dreamt about.

I woke up smiling. I'm not feeling desperate, just remembering the good stuff. Enjoying the memories.

I'm sort of in a waiting period here with my wife. I feel like I'm not making more of those nice memories right now. Soon enough though I will be. I'll be making new memories, either with her or without her. I look forward to the day.