Thanks for your responses. You are definitely nicer than me, as Rip Van Winkle is much nicer than what I refer to my X ( to myself, not the kids, of course)
The funny things about my dreams are just this: We will be at an activity, a function, a ballgame, whatever, and I will turn and see that I am with the X, and no one seems to know all of the hell that has gone on before. One minute I am with a friend or something, and the next, he is there, just like nothing ever happened. I become very confused and conflicted. Should I point out that everyone seems to be missing the big picture, WTH are you doing here? type of thing? And this is how I awake. Conflicted. Capital C. Same as Constipation. And that is how I feel, constipated emotions. Ex-Lax anyone?
