So last night I had this dream. I remember stbx showing up, and I looked like dog doo, and he kissed me and told me he was sorry. I started to cry.

The thing is, I really don't want him back. I love him, but I know I will never trust him. I am not about to live like that.

So why do I keep dreaming about him?

Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..