I'm awake at this ungodly hour because I had a strange dream. I was in the house I grew up in and my parents were there (both deceased) and my H was there. He had drank up all the liquor in the house and was laughing. I threw the empty bottles at his chest and screamed,"How can you say you don't have a drinking problem?" Then, ran and hid in my father's bed. Suddenly it was my father's backseat of his car and I was watching houses go by, but I felt safe. How's that for a Freudian wet dream?
I really don't feel much anger, just disappointed and sorrow and very, very tired. Yes, I regestered in May, but it really began in January. I just spent a vacation in denial. Things came to a head in March. I was really looking forward to seeing him tomorrow, but now feel only fear.
He responded to my last email with "I get my list to my lawyer . . . Thanks." I know I said some hurtful things to him, and THAT was the edited version.
