Had one of those horrible dreams that take all of your fears, dreads, bad expectations, and mixes them with bad stuff that's already happened. Dreamt that wife and I were at a family gathering (mostly her family) and lawyers were present to draw up official papers for our separation. Wife was acting friendly to me, giving me words of hope, but then MIL came over to me crying about how I'll at least get the older son. From that point on in dream, wife was flip-flopping from businesslike to loving. In the latter stages, she would hold me, seem repentant, and in the former, she would say that if I just made enough money she'd stay.
I know damned well that dreams have no mystical importance and are merely a "sock puppet playhouse" of what's already in my head, but DAMN it put me in a funk.
Thankfully, my three-year-old pounced on my bed to knock me out of sleep (literally). Older son followed right after.
Going to take the kids to the summer festival down the street and try to shake my brain's depressing teledrama the hell out of my head.
Me: 47 Kids: 2 boys, 14 & 8 Bomb: 5/5/08 Married: 16 years, together 20 Divorce final 8/11/10 I remarried, to an amazing woman: 3/17/12... "Once in awhile, in an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale"
