I had a dream last night that my H came home. Said he was tired. I held him. It was like none of this happened, but I woke up. The reality of the last 3 years is still there. It had been awhile. I wish the dreams would stop. He only continues to pull farther and farther away. Last year at this time he still seemed to care in a way, but not anymore. Standing [censored]. My knees are getting weak.
"Do not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness." - James Thurber
